Humour, Poems and Yarns from the Pen of a Complete Novice.
In December, the North East Monsoon blows and bring in a lot of rain.The first tree we had was a fake tree and didn't have many leaves and branches. Dad was a civil servant and didn't have a lot of money. He bought about six baubles and we were the only house in the neighborhood with a tree.It was about 4 pm when the wind blew, and mum rushed to close the window and at the same time telling us to do it. We rushed to the lounge just in time to see the tree fall. Some of the baubles broke into smithereens some were less broken. Mum was in tears. We tried to savage them, but mum said no, we were too proud to use broken baubles. When I went to Canada years later, my Canadian friend strung popcorn to hang on the tree. I came home and told Mum we could do this cheaply. Mum said it won't work. In Borneo, the ants would come.
Shiver me timbers, since I have entered a pirate kind of phase I really enjoyed this haiku.
This is wonderful. i enjoy your Haiku series every week. hope you've had a marvelous festive season with your loved ones.
They are growing on me!
G' Day ANN, Nice story about the fake christmas tree. Your dad done the best with what he had.G' Day BEACH BUM, I'm glad you enjoyed this Haiku. I'll try and write one about a pirate i don't know when though.G' Day LIFE RAMBLINGS, I'm glad you enjoy my weekly Haiku.G' Day SYMDADDY, Come back next wednesday for another weekly Haiku and it should grow even bigger.
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