“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

asked Prospero, with a wry smile.

“Father, you are all a lather,

if you think we can spend a while

in doing so. The answer, it is, ‘No!’ “

I didn’t know it

I didn’t know it,

but my fuzzy ginger friend

had a helpful hand to lend.

He helped me out of a predicament

by my use of the helping hand he leant;

and it’s plain to see

there was more to him

when there was less of me.

“Your Guttering!”

“Your guttering

is spluttering!”

said a fluttering butterfly

that was just passing by.

I looked,

and it was.


“Why?” I questioned.


“Bee cause it is.”

buzzed a busy bee.


Which made much sense to me.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 4

Autumn’s mist arrives,

adds a cool chill to the air,

and then leaves us … leaves.


That is a Haiku;

it is in no way funny,

and tales of Nature.


I can do Haiku;

though for a while they were not –

as they were silly.


Now, if I have to,

I can write serious things,

and leave puns behind.


The Sun rose tofday;

but it did so quite unseen

due to the mizzle.


“This’ll confuse them.”

said the Sun in his ‘hot’ voice.

Well, we had no choice


but to be confused.

We stared at the dusty sky,

then went back to bed.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 3

I almost forgot!

I’ve seven Haiku to write

and it’s almost two.


Of the Clock I mean,

in the afternoon, lunchtime –

if lunch is had late.


What a state I’m in;

without a single idea

of what I’m to write.


I’d hate to fail now,

on the third day of seven

having just started.


Better make a start,

then I can catch up later,

before midnight comes.


But, on what subject?

Telekinesis? Maybe…

but ‘probably’ not.


I know, it’s simple,

I’ll write some quick Senryu

about fluffy ducks.


Not a Poem in Sight

I looked around …

and found …

not a single, solitary poem


Usually there was one near here,

or over there;

but, no, not a rhyme to be seen

upon the scene.

I mean,

what is a poet to do

when there isn’t a poetry clue

that jumps up and says,

“How do you do!”

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 2

Day 1 Haikus / Senryus here


So, here is day two;

the second day of seven,

you can do the math.


And what has happened?

I mean, have there been changes?

Or is all the same?


Never mind all that,

let us continue to write:

seven more haiku.


I know, ‘Senryu!’

There’s not a large difference,

just a state of style.


Humorous poems,

where there’s a lightness of touch,

and maybe a pun.


Not that puns matter –

hash-tag puns matter I write,

because I do care.


And seven now done;

and what have we achieved here …

remains to be seen.



Day 1 Haikus / Senryus here.

Seven days of seven Haiku a day – day 1

Seven Haiku days

all in a row – so ‘no’ gaps;

that makes forty-nine.


Senryu are fine –

or a mixture of both types

is also okay.


Starting with the first,

I shall follow a sequence –

but not a seance.


As you can tell here,

my verses are Senryu

which means they’re funny.


I do serious

as often as I shower –

that is once a year.


Okay, maybe not;

it’s maybe more frequently

twice or thrice even.


So, on with the write,

making sure my syllables

add up exactly.



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The Day After Autumn Arrives

“Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!

No one believes

the amount of leaves

that will fledge from the trees;

and fall upon my garden.”




“Oh, nothing – it’s just work for me to do.”


“Would you rather they did levitate?”


“No … probably not.”


“Good. Now just get on with your task –

it’s all I ask.”


“Thanks, G! Perhaps you could lend a hand?”





And the winds did blow

And the leaves did fall

And so I chased after them –

And G looked down


and had a ball.

Awesome Autumn

Autumn is …


that’s all I can say,

as I just used the similarities

of the words

to fuel my word play.

In Autumn / The Fall

In Autumn,

a leaf fell;

in the Fall,

it also fell;

be it one or the other,

the result was the same:

the first to fall,

I have found,

presages a general

leaf fest upon the ground.