Choose Your Own Adventure: Maud's Education

“Poetry is an expression of the soul,” Maud said.

“Well said. It's almost poetic in itself. Actually, you could elaborate further to make it poetic: poetry is an expression of the happy, sunny soul that blooms like a flower when it's expressed.” Floral looked up and smiled. She seemed to be living in a world of her own.

Maud thought about opening her mouth. That was Floral's idea of poetry?

“Now, this next question is a bit technical, so don't forget about wiggling your nose if you need to.”

Maud rolled her eyes.

“Okay, so I need you to identify what type of poem this is:

“Sunshine, O sunshine.
Your light fills me with sunshine.
Summer sunshine blooms.”

Lame.
It's a rock.
It's a haiku.