Arabian characters are so beautiful,

These calligraphers are so dutiful.

They grow out their beard,

Enemies they have speared.

As dusk turns to dawn,

All traces are gone.

Their turbans are methods of stealth,

By no means one of wealth.

At night they wake,

Another cake they must bake.

The cake being men,

The bake meaning blend.

Pwoah poet... Uh, I can do a haiku?

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

Blabbity Blabbity Blah

Blabbity Blah Blah

Depending on how you pronounce Blabbity, you have done it wrong.

Blah-bi-ty

or blab(i)-dy

Well I'm impressed!

The phone is ringing

I cannot linger

so look out butt

here comes my finger.