Haiku Diaries

5/9/11
Back to school again
Learning and putting up boards
Then cooked lasagne.


6/9/11
The rain, it raineth
We huddle in the school hall
And teachers are taught

7/9/11

The children return

New class, yet all seems the same

New housemates also.

8/9/11

A calm day at work

Fell asleep with the light on

So tired was I.

9/9/11

A day working hard

Followed by drinking hard too

Karaoke shame.

10/9/11

Restocked my wardrobe

Recognised by pawnbrokers

Not fans of my song.

11/9/11

The Thames Festival

Skeletal Horses ride proud

Fireworks sing loud.

12/9/11

Two and a half hours

Far to long to work unpaid

Feed me and leave me.

13/9/11

Another long day

Fuck work and yaay lasagne

Reading old humour.

14/9/11

Most fed up today

Someone ditched my red post card

I can't get my book.

15/9/11

Out of work on time

So off to the pub again

And curry after.

16/9/11

Safe, warm and cosy

Soft bed with just a few fleas

Living like a king.

17/9/11

British Museum

For laughter with my sister

Then, Samuel Johnson's.

Haiku Diaries

1/9/11
Friends, booze, food and games
Hide and seek behind a hedge
Just one of those days.


2/9/11
Tidy the party
I decide to be arty
Create a monster


3/9/11
Back to work Monday
After six weeks of pleasure
Ended with a play

4/9/11

A review written

A chicken roasted, eaten

And chats with my folks

Haiku Diaries

27/8/11
Along with my folks
To London's Olympia
But it's not open.


28/8/11
Sunday roast with folks
Well dones to expectant friends
and home to my fleas.


29/8/11

Reading and writing

Stilton and port and fruit pie

Smiling calm am I.


30/8/11
Allied against fleas

Team tidy tirelessly

Victory is ours

31/8/11

Some blighters survived

So the war continues still

But read a good book.

Yours

My trip away....in haiku.

I was challenged by a friend to write a haiku diary. I start with the entries about a trip away to Lancashire to see some of my oldest and bestest friends. 


19/8/11
Blackburn to see Carl
Eight hours by coach. Worth it.
Old friends don't change much.


20/8/11
Grace, Carl and I took
nostalgic drinks in old pubs
I kipped on grass verge.


21/8/11
Bleary eyes and head
Bickering, joking, laughing
Ate Salford curry


22/8/11
Kate Bush-ing on moors
Sitting on top of the world
Eternal ride home.


23/8/11 
Home, safe and knackered
The fleas are biting again
So pleased to see me

24/8/11 

Itchiness awake!

The fleas, on the move again

But the novel crawls

25/8/11 

Disappointing day

Gave in to lazy urges

All play and no work

- Hmmm, mysterious in haiku aren't they? Maybe I shall improve.


Yours