Sitting in Michael's Lap
Well then, it could just be that I'm a bit on the -- um -- unbridled side tonight, but I found this to be a bit racier than your average haiku!!
Lovely as usual, you are the unchallenged master (mistress?) of haiku -- oh and welcome back, BTW, I've missed your work!
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest