Not a shot is fired,
PM Shinawatra's gone.
But the more things change...
One night in Bangkok
Makes a hard man humble. Now,
Pass me some pad thai.

The Hockey Haiku my brother sent were excerpts from a book by his colleague, described as the "long awaited marriage of Zen poetry and bloodsport." My favourites:
What's so Wild about
Minnesota? Ten thousand
lakes fill up with tears.
Berserk hockey dads
have different agendas
Coach has a shiner

These haiku reminded me of the haiku I composed when we read The Odyssey for Pharos Book Club:
Polyphemus' eye:
A niche for my hot poker.
Fruitless blind fury
My foolish shipmates
Release Aeolian gales
While I dream of home.
Fair Penelope
Beacon of fidelity
For twenty years. Wow.

This started some one-upmanship between my brother and brothers-in-law. B wrote:
In my hopes and dreams
I'll never be so clever
As my dear friend Islam
-damn...
I replied:
Too true, Fat Bastard.
Push yourself from the table
Before you explode.

My brother F immediately punished me for that crack:
Insults come quickly
To a cringing scrawn tapping
Computer keys
M, my other brother-in-law, could not be outdone by us youngsters. He shared a series of Bardic haiku, though sonnets would perhaps have been more apt:
To be or not, now?
An existential question.
But we all die still.
Tomorrow is a
Curse to an ambitious king
Whose candle gutters.
Filial love is
A salve to tyrant fathers
'Til their daughters die.
Star-cross'd lovers
In a comedy of errors
Tragically too late.

I tried my hand in the same vein:
Ask a pound of flesh
At your peril. Sly gentiles
Might just call your bluff.

M delivered the ultimate retort:
Ask a pound of flesh
At your peril. My geni-
tals weigh more than that.
More than a little forced, but funny all the same.