December, 2019 - Haiku Book

Saturday 28/12/19

My catch it up day,
Call it rest and relaxing,
This is my best day.

Failure’s not defeat,
It’s a lesson to improve.
Keep starting over.

One thing you must know,
Do not make the same mistakes.
Learn from them and grow.

More tidying up,
And all the bins overflow,
One more small mincepie.

Getting ready now,
Prepared for twenty-twenty,
A year for vision.

What a day it was,
Things go here,
And things go there,
Up and down the stairs.

I can see the floor,
Of my office once again,
And the door opens!

I’m feeling sleepy,
I had lunch a while ago,
Desert is coming.

There a single page,
Washed up on the sandy shore,
The inked now running.

What was written there?
It appeared like a short note,
With letters in blue.

The mouse came back home,
Its little bag was empty,
So sad to see this.

It had wandered far,
Walking, both, up and down hills,
Exploring the land.

A tidy up day,
Things to pack away,
Or clean,
So much rubbish too.

I am exhausted,
I cannot move anymore,
I’ve lifted so much.

Another party,
This time at home,
It went well,
And people had fun.

The car stood outside,
A write off so I am told,
The cam rod is broke.

It is party night,
All dressed up,
Nowhere to go,
Because my car drowned.

I’m going nowhere,
And nor is my car, so sad.
That’s life, so they say.

Friday is here now,
The weekend brings us closer,
To this Christmas day.

Hush a bye baby,
In the treetop,
When it blows,
The cradle will rock.

Jack Sprat eat no fat,
His wife wasn’t lean, it seems,
She eats anything.

The road into town,
Is littered with snail-like cars,
Moving so slowly.

The traffic lights change,
From Red to Amber and green,
Then back through again.