To make a haiku
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic
( borrowed from someone)
Posted by Eira at July 22, 2005 12:45The haiku writer
scratching, puzzled, determined.
Winter turns to spring.
Damp air is enough:
discount seasonality.
Damn humidity!
Sunday AM:
Rain pouring outside;
choc-lit wheelchair mudslide pie.
Drenched quenched tomatoes.
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Eira-Someone-is Simon Cooper Clarke-here's another poem by him:
"Tom Jones"
Back in town in a black rolls royce
the funky hunky housewives' choice
in one fact he can rejoice
his trousers don't affect his voice