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Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 2

Day 1 Haikus / Senryus here

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So, here is day two;

the second day of seven,

you can do the math.

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And what has happened?

I mean, have there been changes?

Or is all the same?

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Never mind all that,

let us continue to write:

seven more haiku.

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I know, ‘Senryu!’

There’s not a large difference,

just a state of style.

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Humorous poems,

where there’s a lightness of touch,

and maybe a pun.

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Not that puns matter –

hash-tag puns matter I write,

because I do care.

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And seven now done;

and what have we achieved here …

remains to be seen.

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Day 1 Haikus / Senryus here.

The Thin King

The Thin King

The man was a rake –

well, as thin as a rake –

he was also a king.

He stood looking at the cuboid cardboard package that had been delivered to the palace;

he stood there,

thin king,

outside of the box.

One Day, On The Farm.

One Day, On The Farm.

Why do herds

suddenly appear…?

Maybe it’s because you’re a farmer carrying a large bale of… hey!

What?

Those cows.

Yes?

They’re herding this way.

Ah! I see, you are a punster.

Yes, and the name farmer is derived from the old ‘Fermor’ which meant tax-collector.?

But, my name is not Farmer it’s Doug. And I have a shovel.

“Clang!”

Touché, Doug.

That’s Mr. Doug, to you.

Touché, Mr. Doug.

Précisément!

The Chickens Go On Holiday.

The Chickens Go On Holiday.

The Chickens arrived at the chicken check-in twenty minutes early. Their bags were weighed and soon passed out of sight along the baggage conveyor belt, and the Chickens’ passports and paperwork were checked.

“A walking holiday in Rhodes?” asked the check-in operative.

“Yes.” clucked Papa Chicken. “We intend to cross Rhodes… although we don’t really know why we need to, it seems to be a thing on our Chicken Bucket List.”

The Robbery

The Robbery

The Bank Vole was planning a robbery…

which is not as surprising as it sounds.

As a young vole, he had been into athletics and almost made the England Minimalympic team in the Vole Vault, only missing out by a height of 2cms in the final qualifying round.

Anyway, he had decided to break into the vault at the local bank, due to coming upon hard times and suffering from a down-turn in the stocks and shares that he had accumulated in Associated Similes, Metaphors, and the Like.

An Incident

An Incident

The man took offence to my saying that he had a strange gait. He punched me on the nose, then strode off with the fence under one arm, and the strange gate under the other.

Sweaty Betty – That’s Me!

Sweaty Betty – That’s Me!

Sweaty Betty was upon the settee;

and that Sweaty Betty was me.

I’m not a yeti –

at least not yetty;

can sometimes be profound

upon a jetty;

like eating pasta –

if I can spaghetti any;

and am not at all rich in money

like the man they called Getty.

Never in the navy

so not an officer, petty

or otherwise;

and I have never named one of my caress Hetty – why would I?

I don’t know, I forgetty!

I long to duetty with a fine opera singer,

as long as she is the cousin of Mario Andretti – is that likely?

You betty!

I shall stop now,

all this rhyming

is making me weak

C’est la vie – nil regretty!

Tart an’ Custard (a song)

Tart an’ Custard (a song)

I want to buy some tartan custard

some tartan custard for ma tea

but the only kind they have is yellow

and that’s no good for me.