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An Emergency Haiku

There are times you need

an emergency haiku:

this is one of them.

Let’s go for a walk.

As much as we’d like to…

As much as we could…

As it’s raining so much,

I don’t think that we should.

Juice (on a Sunday?)

How can I rejoice,

when I have never even joiced?

Did I have a choice

that I missed

and never made?

Did I fail

to make the grade?

And, if not mine,

at whose door can the fault be laid?

How can I rejoice,

when I’ve never even joiced?

Ivory Tower

I’ve spent many hours

in an ivory tower,

looking out at the sky,

and the brave knights passing by;

dreaming of where they were going,

never knowing if they would return

to their families and homes.

Storm Dennis Limerick

There was a big storm they named Dennis,

Which made it quite hard to play tennis:

When blowing a gale,

With wind, rain and hail,

it resembled a street walk in Venice.

“A walk to the Hurlers”

‘A walk to the Hurlers,

is just what you need.’ they said.

So, I set off straight away,

with my sturdy boots,

my rambling stick,

and my curlers still warm on my head.

‘It will leave you feeling awed and inspired’,

they told me -it was possibly true;

but, it was blowing a hoolie,

and cats and dogs

were falling from a sky,

that was the blackest shade of blue.

I watched, as the mizzle soaked me to the skin,

and the West wind knocked my socks off,

it was just the sort of weather

that would knock the steeples and their steeplecocks off.

I may have been hasty,

with my skin tone so pasty,

and my allergic reaction to rain;

so, when I came out in a rush,

I was soon out in a rash;

and made a mad dash for the tea-rooms.

Where I dripped a lot,

and thawed,

then expired.

A.C.R.O.N.Y.M.

A.C.R.O.N.Y.M.

A clever little way with letters instead of words,

Cunningly disguised by using the first letter of each word in the title,

Riddling the meaning into an easily memorable (or forgettable) one;

Obviously, those in the know understand what the letters stand for,

Nullifying those that haven’t the foggiest what it is all about,

Yet, the ego-stokers continue to roll them out, A.S.A.P.,

Mindless of the petty annoyance to U.N.Me.