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An alfresco lunch
For the last time this summer?
I need a jumper.
That's fab!! Love it. We should have a competition! jx
I run for the bus
To escape heavy rainfall –
It goes without me.
Fireflies – what are they
About then? Little flames fly
Through blackness and dust.
Cold rocks green slime and
Warm feet in toasty boots – what
Joy this day this trip.
Could I love a small
Thing like you, parcelled up in
White fur this March day?
I think I can only write modern urban haiku.
Oh my goodness me
You’re rather good at haiku -
Much better than me!
Perhaps you learnt from
A true master - or just had
Lots of practice, hey?
Myself I have a
Fascination with this daft
And restrictive form,
Haiku is becoming
An addiction – I fear it
May swallow my life.
Is there a way out?
Do you know? A support group
To which we could go?
Making friends with some
Other sufferers could bring
Solace and relief.
Until then, press on
With clenched teeth towards an end
To this poetry.
Canadian snow
Forces him to stay indoors
Practicing Haiku
On stepping outside
He gets cold very quickly
As he has big ears
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