Monday haiku

November morning.
The fog lingers in Norfolk
like a widow’s veil

Robin in the hedge
His breast glowing with cold pride
Winter’s red symbol

Some songs lose impact
But “Driving Home For Christmas”
is shit all year round

My drumming lessons
Have expensively taught me
I’m shit at music

Fried egg sandwiches
Make me feel strangely sexy
I’m a food pervert

‘Strictly Come Dancing’
when it’s Googled, leads you to
a dirty website

I cycle a lot
I have thighs like a sportsman
and nuts like melons

It is my day off
I have been drinking since ten
Hence these shit poems

RC 21-11-11