Short Glazier Poems

Haiku
Norway, a glazier
Trapped inside a glass orb
Shake it and it snows...

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If I ran a hairdresser’s I’d call it ‘curl up and dye’
I think it’s a very clever name, you can see the reason why

If I was a carpenter I’d be called Mr Wood
My sign would read ‘Mr Wood would fix it if he could’ 

If I was a glazier I’d be called ‘ I know your pane’
So if you broke a window, you’d soon shout out my name

If I was a DIY man I’d call myself ‘Bodge it and Scarper’
I guess that’s not such a good idea!...

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This fragile glass strongly stands
The glazier gave it life through breath
With simple tools and fiery ways
A work of art is now conceived

This work of art two purpose holds
Champagne inside, beauty is seen
Bubbles bursting at the brim
No end in sight, they keep arising 

One child’s touch began this fall
Who’s outcome matched a giants strength
With no beauty nor purpose holds
This broken glass aches to be whole...

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