The haze is back,
Just our luck,
Grey skies abound,
All you can see is the ground,
And nothing above a 12 foot rack!
The forest is on fire,
Definitely not burning with desire,
I'm not sure about the peat
But if you think about the heat
It burns the quagmire
A sorethroat has come knocking,
I wear a striped red stocking
Oh! There goes the wind
The sun saying hi from behind
Adieu! I'm going spelunking
The haze arrived some time ago (I can't remember when exactly), but I was thinking this morning about how the blurry skyline looks like there is a mist shrouded in mystery until it assaults your nose from all directions.
I wrote the 'poetry' waaaay back in 2006. Some things are just there for rhyming purposes.
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haha it's fun just to stick things in the make them rhyme, I do it all the time. Sucks with the haze too.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, I used to do it quite a bit a few years back. No idea why I stopped, though.
Delete"Hazy poetry"
ReplyDeleteHaha, I see what you did there!
The first two lines of the second paragraph are simply genius. Good work!
What can I say, probably hazy skies contributr to other things being hazy too ;)
DeleteAnd thanks.
So the poem is six years old? Not bad.
ReplyDeleteHa ha... Yes, the haze is an annual thing, hence why the poem got written all those years ago.
DeleteI don't mind haze at all. I like fog/mist/haze/whatever you want to call it. I like the poem, it got vague and weird in places but that's how I like it.
ReplyDeleteIt's pretty alright to look at. I seem to have a problem with the smell. Ha ha.. Yes, it's vague and weird at places to get it to rhyme... I remember that the red striped stockings had something to do with pippi longstockings.
DeleteBonza rhythmic poem :-).
ReplyDeleteThanks... I had to look up bonza, though... Learned something new today.
Deletea sore throat is knocking at my door too
ReplyDeleteAw, hope it doesn't turn into something worse.
DeleteThat sounds really depressing. At least that happened back then and not now.
ReplyDeleteActually the haze was around since the last few weeks... seems like it's annual event!
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