Here's a bit of found poetry. A teacher sent me this email:

In a week from now,
a boomerang will fly to you.
Yoshio Masuda

And here's the one my mom wrote:

Kino ate manure
and there is no doggy cure
so throw up, oh yuck

...so you can see where I get my talent for haiku.

I won't quote any of the now infamous "dog haiku" that stalked the internet a few months (years?) back, but here's some nice verse by Akahiko Shimaki (as quoted by Billy Collins):

Where did that dog
that used to be here go?
I thought about him
once again tonight
before I went to bed.