Friday, February 12, 2016
Haiku Friday: The British
My family is English on both sides, which may account for the wacky eccentric streak we bear. Bad teeth, allergies, pale... yeah, that's me.
Still, the British have made some positive contributions to the world. Shakespeare, sure, and the sandwich (though it appears they aren't good at making them any more).
So, let's haiku about the British! Perhaps you have been to Britain, and have a good story, or just were fascinated by Princess Diana.
Here, I will go first:
The room was so cold!
And then I found the coin box
That started the heat.
Now it is your turn! Just make the first line five syllables, then seven for the second and five for the third.
Oh, and write in English. Unless you are the medievalist-- he is on his own.
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Ok Mark - I will try and redeem myself... perhaps I have watched a bit too much Downton Abbey
At the manor house
climbing roses and hedge rows
green space, bridle paths
The hound dogs sniff, fox...
Riders mount, excitement builds...
Let the hunt begin
We will take a stroll
Tea and scones at four o'clock
Oh so, civilized
At the manor house
climbing roses and hedge rows
green space, bridle paths
The hound dogs sniff, fox...
Riders mount, excitement builds...
Let the hunt begin
We will take a stroll
Tea and scones at four o'clock
Oh so, civilized
Fleeing icy
Fingers of rain,I enter
Clarinda's Tea Room.
The Bard of Scots regards
Me from the wall,salivates
At the sight of
Cucumber sandwich
Scone rife with Devonshire cream
Strawberry jam.
Clarinda"s grave
Is on the way home,she whom
Burns loved.I leave red rose.
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Fingers of rain,I enter
Clarinda's Tea Room.
The Bard of Scots regards
Me from the wall,salivates
At the sight of
Cucumber sandwich
Scone rife with Devonshire cream
Strawberry jam.
Clarinda"s grave
Is on the way home,she whom
Burns loved.I leave red rose.
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