‘another’ (Monday morning Haiku)

People seemed to like

my Monday Morning Haiku –

I wrote another.

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‘another’

Ghoul ash

The charred and papering remains

of a ghoul,

are not commonly known as ghoul ash;

no, some other thing

bears that name.

Our tortoise escaped

The other day,

our tortoise escaped;

we’d turned our backs

for no less than two minutes;

and that was when he saw his chance.

Through the open gate –

thank you, Postie –

and off up the road;

he led us a merry dance;

who’d have knowd

that a tortoise could reach

such velocity.

We think he was off to the beach, again ;

such precocity,

without a word of goodbye,

or a wave of farewell

(well,he might have waved,

it’s difficult to tell),

and he was gone,

up yon pavement,

(crossing at the crossing)

grabbing a leafy snack

at the passing allotment;

and, with no looking back,

he went off to the sands of the shore,

and the salt of the sea.

We couldn’t catch him;

but, he always comes home

in time for tea.

Mordor – on the Orient Express.

At the London ticket office.

‘No, you can’t get a ticket to Mordor – this train only goes to Venice.’

‘Venice? Can we change there for Mordor?’

‘You can certainly try.’

The (very tiny) elephant in the (very large) room

I, am just a tiny elephant,

and I, am hiding in a very large room,

hiding underneath a very shabby sofa,

I, am loitering in the gloom;

and no one knows I’m here;

and none have cause to fear,

and no one needs to talk about,,

the very tiny elephant

hiding in the gloom

under a very shabby sofa

in a very large room.

I’m a little Sea Slug

I’m a little sea slug

like my dad;

living off the Scilly Isles,

my life’s not bad;

came up here

from off the Spanish coast,

it’s difficult to say

which one I like the most.

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See here for more about the sea slug

A Labradobee

If you try

and cross

a Labrador

with a bee

you will just get

a confused Labrador

and a bee

that is so much crosser

than it ought to be.

Do you see?

I had rather—

I had rather hear a crow

bark at a dog,

than the other way round;

but, Shakespeare knew what he meant,

and I know him

better than he knows me.

When there’s a bee in your beer

When there’s a bee in your beer

please remove it;

I know you’ll be left with an ‘r’,

but I think that is better by far.

If there’s a bee in your ear,

and it’s not that easy to hear;

well, that’s a different matter altogether.

Britain’s only spiny mammal

Britain’s only spiny mammal

is not an enamel camel,

doesn’t use a flannel,

and has never sat

as a member

of a disciplinary panel.

So, what is it? you ask.

It is, ‘the hedgehog’,

who hogs hedges,

avoids sledges

and precarious ledges;

and, when on its own,

always asks to be left alone

to do whatever it is

that a hedgehog does.

Why? Well, just because.