The Wrath of Dawn
Spring
From Woulda Coulda Shoulda, a spring cleaning haiku that touches me deep in my soul (okay, maybe on the surface of my furniture) submitted by reader Zuska:
Ah! Like winter snow,
the dust has made a landscape
so serene. Why clean?
I know! Let's have a haiku contest here, too! Instead of spring cleaning (what?) let's just let it be about spring. You go first.
Posted by WrathofDawn at 5:55 p.m.
20 Comments:
Still there, the snow
Not yet, the Spring.
Only hope!
Excuse my English! Maybe in French?
Toujours la neige!
Le printemps n'est encore
Qu'un Espoir....
Excellent! I like it in both languages.
Thanks Dawn! I love Haikus!!!
Cotton wool snow
Thick and Deep
Shit!
Where's me caaaar?
Neige de coton
Epaisse et Profonde
Merde!
Ou est ma voituuuure?
...and in Spaneesh...
Nieve de algodón
Denso y profundo
¡Mierda!
Dónde está mi cooooche?
(Couldn't find the upside down question mark)
Sorry, I just had to lower the tone, there!
Snow cloak receding
Nature paints a new landscape:
Six months of dog shit.
You've both been to my house, haven't you...
Spring has come, time to
fix the garden. Ah, screw it:
call the landscapers.
Best I could do I'm afraid.
Spring brings sunshine that illuminates house in state of chaos.
F*ck it, move house.
Buggering bollocks
I can’t write sodding haiku
Total bunch of arse.
Sorry.
Excellent. You're artists, every last one of you...
Keep 'em coming. I've almost enough for a post of haikus.
Funny people write
haikus for my blog.
Duck made me laugh hardest.
There once was a man from Nantucket...
Oh..wait..that's not a haiku.
Shivering arse off;
But not a gram leaves its mass.
Bikini days loom.
Aunty Marianne just unseated Duck for biggest laugh. Also most terror. Bikini days do in fact loom...
Dear Ms. Dawn de la Wrath,
I must complain in no uncertain terms about you turning your Comments Box into a Chat Room without planning permission.
These late night parties have got to stop. I suggest you disinter your car and leave town so decent folk can get on with their polar bear hunting.
Curmudgeonly yours,
rijpta
Curmudgeonly yours
The bitter complaints arise
Polar bear ate him.
Ha ha ha ha ha
You've got loads of snow? Suckers!
I'm in Florida.
:oP
~joanna
Snow is shrinking fast.
Nanuk was, of course, correct.
Bring back the snow, please.
Yes, the snow certainly covers up a multitude of sins - that unfortunate drinking incident, times you were caught short or just like the feel of fresh air on your nether regions, dog poo, maybe even your poo. Snow quickly sweeps all unpleasantness under the carpet for free.
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