What grows underground?
Mushrooms, worms, spuds and monsters?
And glows? Is it safe?
© Tim Frost 2019
What grows underground?
poetry
Haiku: Oh little pony
Oh little pony
Your cartload of horse apples
Is not fruit to eat
— Tim Frost © 2019
Haiku: A run and a sniff
A run and a sniff
And a piss in the bushes
Is all he (we) need(s)
—
© Tim Frost 2019
Haiku: Town versus Country
Town versus Country
Is the old, old rivalry
In my achy heart
© Tim Frost 2019
Haiku: The deer
The deer sees the man
Walking in the woods. It halts
And makes like a tree
© Tim Frost 2019
Haiku: The wind blows
The wind blows the fruit
That hang from the dog poo tree
Black berries of stink
© Tim Frost 2019
Xmas Haiku: Ho Ho Hope (Sparkle)
Ho Ho Hope (Sparkle)
Pretty much sums it all up
It is all you need
Haiku: Red bird in a tree
Red bird in a tree
Why are you so very sad?
“I’m just blue”, he said
Haiku: HEY! I CAN SEE YOU
“HEY! I CAN SEE YOU,”
Said the large fiery orb
“AND I love YOUR SHOES”
