Haiku

Rains turn autmn rust

and withering falll from bough

under foot to die


 

Oh I really don’t know about that.  I even had to google ‘bough’.  I mean I had to sit and consider the beauty of nature, how it made me feel, what emotions it evokes.  That’s a lot of effort.

Far easier just rhyming Cock, sock and rock for a dirty limerick I reckon.