HONKIE HAIKU
(i’S A WHITE FOLK!)
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His poor heart is crushed
She doesn’t say much when rushed….
His chances are mush!
–J.E.C. (Author initials to separate haiku)
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“SLINGING SLANG”
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Hispanic…gringo,
Nipponese…round eyes,
On the streets…HEY, YOU!
–J.E.C.
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CREATIVE COMBINATIONS
(From A dream?)
One against three or two,
How does one know what to do…
A fevered pitch
Drops a stitch,
One less working–boo-hoo!
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Several combine as one,
Knowing by heart what’s done…
Sounds like a breeze,
Becomes a tight squeeze
When the word race is won.
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Not sure what to do?
Will set things up for you!
Summon a meme,
Float that trireme*
Just when you’re feeling blue!
–Jonathan Caswell
* A trireme…afloat!
(http://academic,brooklyn.cuny,edu/classic/)
CRANKY SUPPER
They said it was for more space,
Where we are placed…
Out on the edge,
Near the ledge,
With just each other to face.
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Two cliques were kept intact,
Those tables loudly yacked…
Lulls of wind
We couldn’t break in,
Although one or two we’d attract.
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The food was fine at least,
The salad went too fast (a beast!)…
Lasagna seconds
Offered reckons
Even for the cranky a feast!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 