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Ai's Haiku Laboratory
Bus jack hostages.
"Sniff—you don't smell weird to me."
'Cause Ai washed with Dove.
Haibara rambles
To Conan, thoughts of despair
Then says, "Just kidding!"
One more all-nighter;
Ai's pulling double lab shifts.
Visine helps red eye.
Akemi's heaven:
"Little" sis petting a dog.
Wow! Shiho's so cute!
Dwelling on death, fear,
Ai's more cynical than most;
Acts like a grandma.
Ai's odd quotables,
Like—what Ran's body's good for!
(Conan said nothing.)
Shiho at party:
There's gin, vodka, and vermouth?
No cocktails for her.
Pressed gun to temple,
Pronouncing Conan's death fate.
Ai was still kidding!
For murdered sister,
Shiho switched sides mid-season.
Life can be like sports.
Complex chemistry;
Now Ai does her times tables.
Think Conan dumbed down?
Miyano Shiho
Fits in five full syllables;
Haibara Ai? No.