The second instalment of Boring Haiku…

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Terrance Porter slipped
ever so slightly today,
but he was OK.

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“Cheese for just one pound!”
“Sorry? You’re selling off cheese?”
“For just one pound, yeah.”

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Brown sauce, mayonnaise,
mustard, tartar and ketchup
are good condiments.

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“Have you seen my coat?”
“The grey one or the beige one?”
“No, the yellow one.”

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I found thirteen pips
in my orange yesterday.
Thirteen pips. Thirteen!

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You can fold paper
length ways, width ways and also
diagonally.

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The woman stood still.
Her bus was so, so, so late.
The woman stood still.

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Jean was rather bored.
Her television was off.
She pulled the curtains.

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Bob’s umbrella broke.
The public bin was full up.
He took it back home.

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“Use the recipe.”
“I will use it, don’t worry.”
“Sorry. I panicked.”

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“That’s peculiar.”
“What’s peculiar, Fanny?”
“I’ve no treacle left.”

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The tree’s leaves fell off.
They slowly grew back again.
And then they fell off.

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Clive cleaned his molars,
then his premolars, canines
and his incisors.

© Carl Burkitt 2013

For more excitement, check out the first instalment of Boring Haiku.

As his fortnight, consisting of:
14 sleepless nights,
13 crates of beer,
12 lines of coke,
11 body piercings,
10 prostitutes,
9 bottles of vodka,
8 foreign countries,
7 house parties,
6 slaughtered pigs,
5 broken bones,
4 jail cells,
3 prank phone calls,
2 hits of heroin and
1 murdered stranger,
came to a close,
Nathan “The Square” Trowbridge scratched the four, sharp corners of his head,
pondering his nickname’s origin.

© Carl Burkitt 2013