I am a blogger
Cold winter or warm summer
Nonsense all year round.
A man wore a hat
Because the sun burned brightly
He was Jack the Hat.
A duck ate my sock
During a summer shower
The rain shrunk the duck.
I wrote this haiku
On a summer afternoon
With jam and a spoon.
My pen has run dry
Like the parched grass of my lawn
That’s it; there’s nowt else.
The kettle grew legs
On a scorching August noon
Ran off down the street.