In junior high a classmate of mine, Danny Callaghan, a roughian and class clown, claims to have written this haiku for an English class. He died in college, performing a one-and-a-half forward flip while drunk into a pool he did not realize had been emptied. I still can't believe he wrote it, although I hope he did. I haven't been able to find it online.
Death is beautiful,
Else why does summer die so,
Garbed in flaming gold?