Haiku prolixia.
Swallows swirling in a swaying sky,
Yachts creak on moorings of rust,
Lycra clad grunts on swathes of green, and
"Howzat?" intruding from far off fields.
' I declare that I reside outside a 5 km radius of this club ...'
Do we sign?
Alan, master of the barefoot bowls, knoweth all mysteries here:
sliced white, espresso, doily, egg, teapot, ditch and jack.
Spiritual direction and art non-appreciation are our fare,
for gods would be present too.
Thing achieved.
Bob 15.11.14
Swallows swirling in a swaying sky,
Yachts creak on moorings of rust,
Lycra clad grunts on swathes of green, and
"Howzat?" intruding from far off fields.
' I declare that I reside outside a 5 km radius of this club ...'
Do we sign?
Alan, master of the barefoot bowls, knoweth all mysteries here:
sliced white, espresso, doily, egg, teapot, ditch and jack.
Spiritual direction and art non-appreciation are our fare,
for gods would be present too.
Thing achieved.
Bob 15.11.14
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