Haikus on humour - I
Where is mystery
On how Moses makes his tea?
We know, Hebrews it.
It won’t surprise me
If a cartoonist’s found dead
And clues are sketchy.
I catch it the least
That gossamer lovely beast,
Love still if I mist.
My blood report O
When showed it was type-A blood,
Oh, it was Typo.
I stayed up all night
To trace on Sun’s nightlong flight,
Then it dawned with light.
Like king’s royal crown,
The book: Gravity-less Ground
Was hard to put down.
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Haiku |01.03.2024| humour
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