Dear British possums
We love you all most dearly
I give you my word.
I give you my word
I'm not the lying scumbag
That you think I am
That you think, I am
Surprised to hear, since you say
Such ludicrous things.
Such ludicrous things.
Grey faces peeking in rocks.
Shadows from the clouds.
never-ending haiku
I once was thinking
I knew all rules of haiku,
But can I be wrong?
haiku
But can I be wrong?
I am, you know. I read
only the first page.
Only the first page,
That's as far as I could read,
It was the index.
It was the index
That took up more than half the
Book, so I bought it.
So I bought it
From the shop next to the weir
For two lousy pounds
what's a weir, I have to know.
water is my guess
a canal, a river wet?
sorry for the twenty-one
words. My haiku sucks.
I can't count to seventeen.
what's a weir, I have to know.
water is my guess
a canal, a river wet?
Interesting variation. Twenty-one syllables, but 7-5-7, not the seventeen syllable, 5-7-5 pattern we use. PLUS (from page one) "Here's how it goes. . .the first line of the next person's haiku must be the same as the last line of the previous person's haiku. (My definition of haiku being just the 5-7-5 thing, not the complicated Japanese naturey thing.)" Them's the rules.
water is my guess (5)
(what's a weir, I have to know) (7)
canal, river wet? (5)
At twenty-one words, (5)
(I can't count to seventeen) (7)
Haiku needs some work. (5)
(Jeez! How pedantic can I get?)
NOW I DON'T RECALL HOW I WAS GOING TO RESPOND TO "For two lousy pounds. . ."
Haiku needs some work,
This one will not be clever,
I'm out of ideas.
I'm out of ideas
Writer's block. Nix. Zilch. Nada.
I'll go and eat worms.
I'll go and eat worms.
My crunchy mud pies are best
without all the snails.
Without all the snails,
Everyone would be so fast,
Except the tortoise.
Except the tortoise
Turning turtle as it were
Seizing summer's glow
Seizing summer's glow
This heat is unbearably
difficult to take.
Seizing summer's glow,
Aurora scatters skyward
light, warmth, subtle breeze.
What are you upto Phoxxe?
