March, 2019 - Haiku Book

Friday 08/03/19 Evening

The day chose the rain,
Grey clouds, puddles and wet streets.
The black bird still sings!

Cancelled trains, what’s new!
It was the same thing last night,
The pigeons don’t mind.

The weekend ahead,
It feels good, TGIF!
‘Now’ time’s important!

The end of this week,
The sun is shining brightly.
Great weekend welcome.

The train enjoys it,
The journey becomes more fun.
Places passing by.

First telephone call,
Said,”Mr. Watson, come here,
I need you”, from Bell.
(1876)

Roald Amundsen,
Annouces discovery,
Of the cold South Pole.
(1912)

I used to have tea,
With Roalds daughters, so strange,
I didn’t know back then.

Labours Seb Dance’s right,
New vote on specific leave,
Yes or no, simple.

The sky is light blue,
It’s a good morning for sure,
It is expectant!

I think silence works,
At least today, say little.
It that possible?

It’s my closing shot,
So Man U beat them three one,
Penalties do count!

I am feeling rich,
Counting the pennies I have,
In my piggy bank.

TV is switched off,
So I think, then it’s back on,
Its got its own mind.

Pochettino’s ban,
For his animated stuff,
Upset at set back.

No Brexit effects,
So Gare de Nord work to rule
Just one of those things.

Momentum breeches,
And Corbyn supporters fined,
What’s wrong with Labour?

Woody Johnson’s plea,
Don’t let chlorine chicken loose,
And derail a deal.

I’ve got PM blues,
Lots of bum notes no real tune,
A lot of clatter.

I’m not keeping score,
Happy just to let it run,
Like it’s just for fun.

Once upon a day,
I got lazy, couldn’t stay,
I just went away.

That was long ago,
In my care free days, no more!
I’m glad for these days.

Mays plan for Brexit,
A load of old codswallop,
Stinks to high heaven.

They scramble for truth,
But it evades them always,
Same old tired rhetoric.

Conservatives, No!
Labour, not a chance in hell!
Bring in contenders.

Mrs May no more!
I have really had enough,
Move it, get on out!

Division party,
Dividing the country in two,
Without a real plan.