Tag: #xmas haiku

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

Thirty oneth haiku

I do really like Christmas

onto something else…

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

Christmas to new year

Not even sure of the day

I missed a tuesday

 

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

Oh little donkey

carrying its heavy load

to the glue factory

 

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

 

Pine needles dropping

The tree we murdered decays

Christmas feels over

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

eating and resting

sedentary, days on end

Christmas haemmoroids

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

 

Surprise visitors

I just want to be alone

God, why won’t they leave

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

Family and friends

warm hearth, laughter and kindness

no surprise last line

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

Rich opulent courses

gorged, gluttony embracing

Heartburn from hades

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

New socks, so thoughtful

sarcasm? No I mean it.

I’m now at that age

 

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

Old folk shivering

soaring death rates at Christmas

dying quite alone

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

Chocolate for breakfast

Brunch, lunch and afternoon snack

belt undone, it’s time to nap.

 

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

Christmas cracker

bad jokes, choking hazard toys

stupid paper hats

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

 

Temperatures plummet

children playing in the snow

homeless freeze to death

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

 

mummy kissed santa

who looks a lot like dads bro’

mummy drinks and cries

 

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

Leftover turkey

gobbled down day after day

smells off.  One more bite

 

 

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

A Christmas tipple

Okay perhaps just one more

asleep by seven

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

Just a little more

and perhaps a splash of that

Tight belt unbuckled

 

 

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

 

Wife does the shopping

Wasting money on people

I don’t even like

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

 

The joy of family

in the bosom of the home

fights after two days

 

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

Christmas day yule log

toilet brush to break it up

and a double flush

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

 

Mummy kissed santa

underneath the mistletoe

dad asked for divorce

Christmas in haiku form.  There will be 31 of these I’m thinking, unless I get bored of them.  Which I might.

Stockings filled with treats

gifts piled up under the tree

visa card groaning