Decent, but why do i keep counting eighteen? You know when i was younger i lived on the island of Kauai. I saw a pig roast. Many beautiful sunsets. I watched them kill the pig. I have never heard a sound come out of any living thing even similiar. Have you heard that sound? I'll wait to vote for your assesment of the structure.
I used to have some pigs and they died in the foot and mouth epidemic and had to be slaughtered. I left for Gloucester that day because one couldn't bear the sight of Rosie, Sharky, Monsieur, and Goatthroat being terminated. Pigs are beautiful creatures and contrary to the book of koran ARE clean specimens. I have heard the sound of a pig mating and it reminded me of a young winsome strumpet I made love to in a violet field south of cirencester.
My name is Horatio Piggott, Mr Pig to my poemrankers.
God Speed my friend !
Thank you so much my darling Gods Wife, I knew something was not quite together and you are quite right. I am very pleased with this now please offer me one more perusal and comment.
Which part of this having 18 syllabols didn't you grasp. The 1 or the 8? Don't get me wrong, because i bend the rules everywhere, but it's unacceptable when dealing with haikus. it's the foundation of the structure and when dealing in this arena it's critical.
Possibly 'Silver assassin struck' for the last line, it seems to work and would take the syllables down to 17? I really like your haikus, you have much ability with images. 9
Yes I know I boobed Robert, I can do the 5-7-5 but these thoughts sometimes appear in the middle of the night and you know I write them down because I like them but your right, its not quite the baked Alaska is it?
I am sorry, would you believe one of my Haikus was inspired by you? I can tell which one did if you like.
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bravo.
My name is Horatio Piggott, Mr Pig to my poemrankers.
God Speed my friend !
I am sorry, would you believe one of my Haikus was inspired by you? I can tell which one did if you like.
Your friend
Laurence
It was this you composed so majestically that I love.
Waves fold on the beach
Sand clings to the old dead man
Filling his wrinkles
Its timeless.
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