I do like these, they allow me to explore the good, the bad and the downright ugly when it comes to my ability to write minuscule Japanese style poems.
Lets start with the 3/5/3 Haiku and do something quite obvious.
Silk on skin
a sweet summer breeze
Now for a right old defiling
Silk against my skin
caressing me as I move
I love the wife’s pants
Okay maybe a Tanka now. Thats the old Haiku with two more lines added on of 7 syllables each because …well why the hell not!
Her skin is like silk
Caressing her, pulse racing
winter frosted breath
Oh wait I’m still wearing gloves
Think she needs a new razor
It’s something I guess. Happy Tuesday!