Three weeks into the fifth month of the year and we finally get some sunshine; I thought it was never coming. I’m sitting here all sweaty and smelly and it’s lovely.
The English have already started complaining that it’s too hot, of course. We English – and I say ‘English’ instead of ‘British’ because you never hear the Scots, Welsh or Northern Irish moaning about a bit of sunshine – like our weather mild and our problems weather-related.
There are two types of English in the summer: those who complain at the first sign of melting frost that they can’t stand the heat; usually women. And the belly-barers: always wobbly; usually men; and roasted like a red pepper at a barbeque. Actually, that goes a long way to explaining why the complainers are usually women.
To celebrate the advent of summer – long may it reign; please don’t let it rain – and summer whiners, I dug out a couple of senryu for you:
Apathy
Thought about writing
a senryu, then I just
couldn’t be bothered.
Dog Day Afternoon
Spring day; a walk in
the park: the triumph of hope
over effluence.
These are great! You always make me laugh.
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I aim to please (really). 🙂
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Thought about reading
your senryu, but I just
couldn’t be bothered.
howzat!
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LOL! Love it. 🙂
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Great fun, specially Apathy. Apathetic is much more restful than my recent frenzied activity.
Love,
ViV
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Thanks Viv. Take it easy!
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These were a joy to read and I did especially like the one called Apathy…I’d say more but…. 😉
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LOL 🙂 Thanks
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More poems on apathy please…if you can be bothered!
Oh this could go on for weeks…
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