Neither do I. Although eons ago, I did take a creative writing class. We spent a couple of weeks on 17-syllable pieces, none of which, if I remember accurately, turned out to be very good.
However, the exercise may have been useful in imposing some discipline to the writing process. It takes a bit of concentration to tamp things down to a five-syllable line, then seven, then five again.
That said … I suspect that a mediocre storywriter would be a mediocre poet too. For example, I might write:
"A rabbit hopped through the back yard."
Johnny Keats put it this way:
"The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass."
Or …
I might say:
"Your mother left."
While professional songwriters …
"She's long gone with her red shoes on."
The inclusion of the words 'limp'd trembling' and 'red shoes' makes the prose so much more vivid, n'est-ce pas?
Back to haikus … here's one I dashed off this morning just for the fun of it:
"The spindly geezer
slowly stork-walked around
glossy ice patches."
Do you haiku …?
Paige