As complex as simple is.
Stab city update?
A real shame for London, true!
But what’s it to Bump?
Bumhole Hole’s twitting,
Smells like a rancid sewer!
“Will only get worse!”
Israel’s Bump Heights.
A place to take pot shots from!
To people below?
Sunday Afternoon,
The rain is gone the sun shines,
But clouds fill the skies.
Each step we’re taking,
Brings us closer to and end,
A projects close out.
Just sitting here now,
Letting the world pass me by,
Content to just stop.
Lazing here really,
The guitar hangs silently
The mobile quiet
There is a rhythm,
Of passing cars along the road,
And the ticking clock.
Here’s the moon tonight,
I caught it in the sunlight,
Such a lovely sight.
Twill soon be bedtime,
The starry night over head,
And dreams floating by.
A little blue sky,
Breaking through the fleeing clouds.
Fresh and bright today.
Keep your powder dry,
Keep a watch along the walls,
Be prepared today.
Vote for Gove, oh no!
Conservatives see the light,
He is just not right!
I like puddle pics,
Here is one taken today.
Quite a strange image.
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.
Welcome summertime.
The-Rage and Brand,
N. The-Rage says milkshakes please.
Chocolate is best.
Milkshakes are best slurped,
Though taste smokey and beer-like
Licked from an old suit.
Down London’s wet streets,
The rain is falling once more.
It is wet outside!
There’s a change ahead,
And things will be different!
Take them as they come!
What’s the city’s mood?
Hopeful, excited or dulled?
Each has their own bag.
Cancelled train today,
Same one yesterday, same time.
Such commuting joys!
I need some pictures,
To add to these Haiku blogs,
On the lookout now.
What is hashtag for?
My children taught me today,
Showed me what to do.
Now I’m an expert,
It’s hashtag this, hashtag that,
But what day is it?