Cinquains

I pour
My scorn upon
Those who would foolishly
Write cinquains without first reading
The rules.

The clown
Makes us laugh hard
Hearty belly laughter
The reason we're so amused is
He's dead.

Water
Drops on our heads
From leaden skies above
Makes us wonder what we're doing
Outside.

Rabbit
Soft, twitchy nose
Hops happily about
Not aware that it's soon to be
Dinner.

The web
A perfect way
To meet like-minded folk
And to join together to spread
Terror.

Barley
Nobody knows
Anything about it
Except that without it there'll be
No beer.