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Triffid Haiku

Now that you can’t see,

advantage has changed to us;

prepare to ‘not’ be.

There is a Triffid in our garden (take 2)

There is a triffid in our garden

it’s over 12 feet tall

I don’t know how it got there

it probably climbed the wall.

It stands there like a statue

just waiting for the time

when it can get to eat me

so I no longer rhyme.

“There’s a Triffid in our Garden.”

There’s a Triffid in our garden,

and I don’t know what to do.

I asked it’s leave, ‘Beg pardon!’

but it refuses to let me through.

It ‘clacks’ all day,

and through the night,

and it’s a great big ugly brute,

I don’t know what it’s up to,

and it seems to bear no fruit.

.

His mate came round this morning,

they ‘clacked’ about the weather,

the football results, the price of fame,

the day they broke the tether;

then they sang a song,

a Triffid song,

all ‘boom!’ and ‘bash!’ all ‘chorus’,

it went on for hours,

made wilt my flowers,

and, personally, did bore us.

.

There are ‘two’ Triffids in our garden,

soon there will be eight,

I should have complained to the council,

but I may be a little late.

.

Well, if you can’t beat them,

join them;

I’ll sing them a jolly song,

perhaps, ‘Tubthumping’ will be just their thing

if I sing it a little long.

“Beware of the Triffid!”

A sign

I saw

one day

whilst out

last May

did warn

me to…

“Beware of the Triffid!”

Well, no Bill Masen, me,

you’d have to agree

if you saw my spindly frame;

and I have no weapons

to stun, or maim,

or kill;

and no will to do so,

no predatory skill,

but I can run away,

and have eyes that see.

.

I saw the sign,

and ran,

can you now see me?