Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters from TV, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.

Ron was walking home from school with his girlfriend.

"Okay, Ron. What's wrong?" Kim asked, sounding annoyed.

"I hate Haiku!" Ron cried louder than he needed too.

"Trouble with the poetry assignment?"

"Yeah," Ron sighed. "I'm actually doing all right in writing class. But this thing stinks!"

"I don't get it, Ron." Kim put a hand on his shoulder. "It's Japanese poetry. You loved visiting Japan and learning Ninjitsu..."

"Sure, KP, but this has got so many rules. It has to be about nature. It has to be exactly seventeen syllables. Then there's the kigo." Ron tried to suppress a shudder, "I just don't like the sound of that word. It's worse than 'mucka'."

"It's just a word, Ron." Kim tried to comfort him, "It's just a Japanese term about words referring to changing seasons. What's wrong with that?"

"I don't know, KP." Ron made a goofy face, "I just know that I hate Haiku!"

When they reached Kim's house, they got some cookies and sat down to write haiku.

Ron just played 'table hockey' with Rufus. Rufus used a bendy straw as a stick while Ron manipulated the small piece of cookie with his fingers.

Kim tapped her pencil eraser on her lips thoughtfully, "Barkin said kigo usually makes Haiku better."

Ron just winced.

"What's that?" Kim's mom walked into the kitchen.

"Kigo makes Haiku better," repeated Kim.

"Ulgh," Ron shuddered.

Rufus scored a hat trick.

"If you say so," Kim's mother smiled as she got some meat from the refrigerator.

After a while, Kim decided on a new tactic. "I'll make a list of good kigo words."

Ron held his stomach.

Kim's dad came in and got a soda, "Did you say something, Kim?"

"Just talking about kigo, Dad."

"Does this involve kissing?" his left eyebrow rose up.

"No, Dad," stressed Kim as she made a face. "It's about the changing seasons."

"Okay," Mr. Possible returned to his relaxed posture as he left the room.

Ron tried to study Kim's list, but seemed to be stressing abnormally. Even considering his track record for such things. "I can't stand it!"

Just then, the tweebs came in from the backyard with the remains of their latest rocket test. "Stand what?" they asked.

"Kigo," Kim shrugged.

"Sounds boring," said Jim.

"But it could be interesting," said Tim.

"How?" asked Jim.

"I don't know," Tim shrugged. "It sounds like something people would want to watch."

"It's poetry," stressed Kim angrily. "You read it. You don't watch it!"

"You can listen to it," said Jim as they went upstairs.

During class the next day, Ron was staring in blank shock at a fellow student as he finished reading his assignment to the class, which he had entitled, "Kigo".

"Thank you," Mr. Barkin said as the student sat down. "That was - interesting. When I said kigo made for good haiku, I didn't necessarily mean as a title."

Kim said to Ron, "I'm not even sure what that was about."

"Meh?" Ron said blankly.

"Raven locks? Crimson strands? It's supposed to be about something natural."

"N-natural?" Ron managed.

Kim leaned in to look at Ron carefully, "Ron?"

"B-bad image."

"Stoppable!" yelled Barkin.

"Bad image!" Ron jumped in his seat.

"Care to read us your assignment?" Barkin stared down at Ron.

"Yeah," Ron rose up sheepishly. "Sure thing, Mr. B."

Ron walked to the front of the class without a paper and recited. "As naked mole rat drops steaming pellets. Putrid odor wafts skyward." He then started back to his seat, ignoring the stunned looks.

Barkin blinked and asked, "Does that have a title?"

Ron just barked, "I Hate Haiku!"

FIN
I am not making this up! It is a real Japanese word.

Look it up!

Ron's poem is based on one I wrote years ago. Yes, that was the title.

The other poem read in class is by battousai24. Check it out.