It’s my turn to compliment Jack on a nice turn of phrase, one I’m now going to adapt to yet another haiku, which, as anybody can tell you, is easier than writing a novel.
Summer sun-swollen
Dead horse abuzz with blowflies
Conjures the World Cup.
“Not beautiful,” is Sara’s opinion. She could be right. But, hey. There are already enough haiku-ish conventions without some rule it’s also got to be beautiful.
The illustration is from David M. Hart’s webpage, “War and Art.”
Grown men and a ball
Vuvuzelas clamoring
The globe in a net.
Groan. Men like to ball.
Vuvuzelas clamorous
Vulvas in full throat.
World Cup is out of the way
Novels waiting now
Collin get back to writing