Gamanit, I didn’t even count the number of syllables. I just don’t see the point of haiku, so I am sure that it works much better in Japanese.
A very long time ago
In a place called Fishdiddlededee
There lived a toothless old woman
Who owned black mittens three.
They kept her feet nice and cosy,
But she always knitted a spare,
Since occasionally one would vanish
And disappear into thin air.
One day she’d had enough
And set off on an arduous quest
To find all her long-lost mitts
In the caterpillar’s nest.
The caterpillar was cunning
But the crone was well prepared
She vanquished her deadly foe
And her beloved mittens were spared.