A Japanese Poetry Thingymadibber

In a vain attempt to keep me occupied, I feel compelled to write. Yet I do not know what. So I think I shall try my hand at something new, perhaps a haiku. But First, let me ramble on about my days dealings. Nothing of import. The cherry trees are in blossom, it's very pretty. I want one, yet my parents refuse. crazyparentsrefusingmeshrubberies, i find that very rude. So lets continue, it's been horridly muggy outside, but the inside is finally starting to level out, so I might be able to sleep. Anyway, now for that haiku:

Frisbee Floating
Past My Head
I Land In Mud