My Brother, the Scientist… and poet?

I’m having a(nother) crazy week. To cheer me up, my brother thought he’d share his award-winning Haiku.

See, each year his employer has a “5-Star Safety Audit,” where a company comes in and assesses lab-safety protocols, employee knowledge about proper procedures, etc etc. This year, to make things “fun”, the safety team hosted a “5-Star Haiku Contest” in which my brother and his colleagues were invited to e-mail Haikus pertaining to safety. The company would then judge the entries and vote which one was the best, awarding said Haiku artist with a gift certificate to a Japanese restaurant.

So without further ado, please find below Alex’s Haiku (which very accurately captures his voice):

Said the one-eyed man:
“Safety glasses are for clowns”
Do you like his style?

And this, they thought, was award-winning. Seriously. As in, no joke.

I, of course, made endless fun of him via e-mail. “Are you kidding?!” I demanded. His response:

No, I kid you not
Haiku’s are all the rage here
We love to party

Haiku’s rule.

- Alex

And that, in a nutshell, is my brother.