A/N: English class is boring, and with a teacher like mine, quite repetitive and full of incompetence that reeks like the stench of death. This is the result of free time given in my English class. It is not meant to be a correct haiku(s). I just got bored. That's all. As for the content of this rather...odd...piece of work, I'm not so certain where I got the idea. Oh, the things that spawn from boredom...

The origin of
Sausages is a question
Long sought by in youth.

I sought the secret
Of the mystery that is
Almighty Sausage.

I inquired of
My parental units, but
They did not answer.

I asked a teacher
In my elementary
Days; she said nothing.

Foolishly I sought
The answer to this question.
How little I knew.

Diligence came through,
And I became learned in
The Ways of Sausage.

Inevitable
Was the horrifying truth:
IGNORANCE IS BLISS.