The definition of year at Year of Finishing Off is broad as is my definition of decluttering. I'm fired up to exorcise the earworms (those songs that get stuck in your head) that I awake to every morning. A poem a day for April is my weapon of choice. Today I awoke with one line of the words and music of an Angels song, Marseilles. 'Gimme the whiskey, don't think twice'. Here is my Whiskey haiku
Gimme the whiskey
don't think twice - summer is gone
and spiced tea beckons
One down, thirty to go. One earworm banished.
Just a jiffy
4 years ago
I like your haiku but I'm not sure summer is gone, lol.
ReplyDeletethanks and yes, summer has become a relative term ...
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