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Queueing

I queued for thirty minutes,

but the manikins in the queue

never moved an inch;

so I went away

to queue somewhere else.

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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.

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A lot of queueing,

not a lot doing,

but things go done:

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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.

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Other things also

might be useful for living:

air, water, coffee.

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If you are counting,

you might realise something

that others might not.

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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;

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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.

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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.

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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.

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There’s fog and mist and mizzle,

all for a soul to endure;

and, betwixt the frost and drizzle,

there’s another bucket more.