slowly easing myself back into senryu and haiku of a more ridiculous kind.
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Flushed cheeks ,brow sweating
Tears down your cheeks, fire burns
Tikka masala…
Author: Michael
Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;
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Exactly!
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