Tag Archives: #Thursday

Thursday’s Gone Haiku

Thursday’s Gone Haiku

It’s Friday Morning;

it’s no good mourning Thursday,

just get over it.

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A Thursday in March

A Thursday in March

It’s a Thursday;

well, as days go –

and they do –

it’s the only Thursday that matters

at the moment.

I mean, when tomorrow (Friday)

arrives,

today (Thursday)

will be condemned to the past – history –

and we will all have moved on.

Anyway, it’s Thursday,

and that means…

well, it means different things

to different people,

probably.

Happy Thursday;

hope it meets all your expectations –

if you have any –

expectations, that is –

about ‘this’ ‘current’ Thursday.

‘This must be Thursday,’ said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. ‘I never could get the hang of Thursdays.’

A Wet Thursday Morning in Cornwall.

A Wet Thursday Morning in Cornwall.

It’s Thursday

and it’s raining,

it needs no explaining

but the dogs must go out.

“Hey, Dad!” they shout.

“There’s a lot of it about,

and we don’t care

if the weatherman says it’s raining…!”

I couldn’t argue with that;

and, so, here we are

an hour later

wetter than an otter

soggy as a…

well, pretty wet.

Towelled down and frisky

(we don’t want to be risky)

and showered and dry

(that is my

warm up)

we are inside and warm…

still it does rain

and later

we get to do it all

again.

(Wet) Thursday

Thursdays

It is a ‘wet’ Thursday.
There is little more to say.
In fact, as the year is heading to its ‘wet’ end,
Most days of the week
Will require people to seek
The illusory safety
Of a brolly.
How jolly.