Winter in Melbourne, Australia

A reissue with
winter wording and pic
plus bonus haiku

with unseasonal sun
lawn mowers cough into life
boisterous symphony

from lawn mower’s perspective

A trite haiku:
Melbourne’s winter climate

climatic melbourne
days wet wild and woeful
one day wonderful

The future for Luddites

I decided to continue the pun theme with a light reworking of ‘The future for Luddites’ senryu, originally published on the minimistalism site.

The future for Aussie Luddites *
the modern luddite
writing with calloused fingers
breaks phone with one tap

* In the late seventeen-hundreds, many English artisans resisted the introduction of weaving and knitting machinery. Attempts to restrict use or win fair pay and conditions failed and the so-called Luddites started to smash machinery. Violence escalated on both sides and eventually the protracted rebellion was brutally crushed. Many were hanged. Some were transported to Australia for punishment.

How green were my glasses

all those flagrant weeds
if oxalis tasted good
I'd be in clover

Now imagine that DD had had the skill to strike through the ‘l’ in glasses and print an ‘r’ above it to write:
How green were my grasses?
Answer: ‘Valley green.’
‘Take him away officer!’
‘The charge?’
‘Throw the book at him.’