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Haiku of the Apocalypse
Just five minutes left
until the end of the world –
time for a Haiku?
Fine! It’s the end of the world as we know it (again) and I feel that this time…
I have just been told
that the world ends
in three days!
Surely, I just have the time
for a little rhyme
or two?
But, if it turns out
that they’ve miscalculated the date
YET AGAIN,
it would be an awful pain,
not to mention
the awkwardness of having to organise
the reinstatement
of the futuristic dimension –
which would then re-exist –
and of us having to face next Monday
with all the stoicism and bluster
that we can muster.
Green-Sky Thinking
‘Green-Sky Thinking’
I’ve been doing some thinking;
some green-sky thinking;
thinking,
wondering what it would be like
if the sky was green;
“What do you mean, ‘the sky, green?”
Well, it’s normally blue, or cloudy white
or fifty-one shades of grey –
sometimes with a pinkish hue
seen on a particularly fine day.
I’ve been thinking,
thinking about what it would mean
if the sky turned green;
not with an invasion of little green beings
from Mars,
not that sort of thinking;
nor by the reflection of the grass;
but, by the toxic waste fumes –
that sort of thing.
I’ve been thinking,
green-sky thinking,
about what it would be like
if we had a green sky,
and, by and by, I think
‘my, oh my!’,
or phrases slightly stronger than that,
which can’t be spoken
in genteel, polite society.
I’ve been thinking,
green-sky thinking,
because I’m that sort of guy;
thinking about green skies;
I’m not that wise,
you can tell when you look into my eyes;
after you have asked me a question
and it’s not just indigestion,
it’s confusion,
there’s no delusion
that this planet is heading towards a green sky…
… and then it will die.
Haiku: ‘Ten!’ by Graeme Sandford
“Ten!”
The ‘End’ is nigh!
“Nine!”
The destruction of our race!
“Eight!”
“Help us, oh Lord!”
“Seven!”
What to do?
“Six!”
We just haven’t a clue!
“Five!”
Make love to you?
“Four!”
Kiss ass ‘goodbye?’
“Three!”
You mustn’t see me cry.
“Two!”
It’s almost time!
“One!”
Don’t want to die!
“Zero!”
Au revoir cruel world!
“Zero…!” (Click) “Restart!”
“Ten!”
What? ‘Ten!’ Again!
“Nine!”
Are you having a laugh?
“Eight!”
This is stupid!
“Seven!”
It’s faulty!
“Six!”
I’ll have to take it back.
“Five!”
‘Early Warning!’
“Four!’”
A bit worried.
“Three!”
In fact, a ‘lot’ worried!
“Two!”
Where shall I hide?
“One!”
I can’t decide!
“Zero!”
Farewell my life, my…
“Zero…!” (Click!) “Restart!”
“Ten!”
Right! That’s ‘it!’
“Ten!”
It’s definitely wrong!
“Ten!”
Bl**dy device!
“Ten!”
Oh, give me strength!
“Ignition! You are now dead.”
…………………………………….
“April Fool!”
What the…………!
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