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I queued for thirty minutes,

but the manikins in the queue

never moved an inch;

so I went away

to queue somewhere else.


There, I queued for twenty-five minutes,

but at least the manikins moved (albeit slowly)

and I queued successfully.


I returned to the first queue,

and retook my place

at the rear of the queue;

and… after some thirty minutes or so,

I reached the front of the queue,

and twenty seconds later I was upon my way home.


A lot of queueing,

not a lot doing,

but things go done:


That was a joyous Monday afternoon,

which, hopefully, I won’t be repeating any time soon.

It rained (and I died)

It rained and rained,

and I got wet,

it soaked me through;

and, yes, I caught pneumonia,

double, died;

and then the rain stopped,

the Sun came out,

and all things dried;

it was a lovely day,

but a shame I’d died.

I saw a rainbow in the sky

I saw a rainbow in the sky,

someone had put it there,

I don’t know why;

I don’t know who,

I don’t know why,

they must’ve had a reason,

perhaps it is the rainbow season.

No, seriously / a few good Monday Haikus / will do the bizness

A Monday Haiku

Just what ev’rybody needs,

while the day does last.


Other things also

might be useful for living:

air, water, coffee.


If you are counting,

you might realise something

that others might not.


Haikus take less time

than writing fancy sonnets,

like Will Shakespeare did.

What about a Monday Haiku?

What about a Monday Haiku?

It’s Early in the week,

so shouldn’t we all seek

a Haiku for the day…

but, maybe it would be better

if we just gave it a miss this time.

This is not a Haiku

This is not a love song

This is not a love song

This is not a Haiku –

Hash tag just saying.

The Four Aviators

The four flew far,

the four flew high,

they traversed the place

that is called the sky;


and, like the crossing of an ocean,

they shall reach dry land,

if the wind in their sails,

lends a helping hand.

The Bracken Wakes

When walking the moors,

the one thing that you really don’t want to happen

is for the Bracken to wake.

Having a Rainstorm (a Haiku)

Leaking from above,

falling damp meets rising damp;

I soak it all up.

Too soon

Too soon,

much too soon.


Still too soon.


Yet again… too soon.


I just have to say it

again and again,

it’s too soon, by far,

too soon, whenever you are.


Give it time,

and it will be just right

for you to announce it,

but until then…


it’s still too,

much too,

all too,

too soon.

Well, what a lovely day, today is

Well, what a lovely day, today is,

and it’s the only today that we’ve got,

it owns a bucket full of weather,

which is really rather a lot.


I’m out now in the rain,

and the wind, and the damp, and the cold,

it’s a bit of a joke, the weather,

one that’s never growing old.


There’s fog and mist and mizzle,

all for a soul to endure;

and, betwixt the frost and drizzle,

there’s another bucket more.