Mr Uku May 17
a crunch
in the dark bathroom —
sorry spider
I bloody love haiku, me.
Mr Uku May 13
exercise
on a sunny day —
bee in my face
Really enjoying writing haiku. No idea if they're any good but I'm already thinking about putting together a small chapbook. There's nothing as delusional as a poet :)
Mr Uku May 10
CLAP!
pigeon flies a circle --
no reason
My second haiku and my second poem where I don't hide behind funny. Still not sure about that.
Mr Uku Apr 3
Rain soaked
Still the birds sing their
spring welcome
Look out! It's my first proper haiku. I got a lovely new book all about writing them and learned that everything I knew (including the 5-7-5 structure) is wrong.
I hope you likes it.
Mr Uku Mar 4
Wind blows
It snows
My nose
It goes
All froze
As doze
My toes
Oh noes!
I wrote this poem on account of how cold I am.
Mr Uku Feb 17
The pangolin's a scaly chap
His armour's made of keratin
If you attacked him with a sword
You really could not get it in
Written for World Pangolin Day.
Please do not attack pangolins with swords. They are very nice and deserve to be allowed to go about their business unmolested. Thank you
Mr Uku Feb 17
My friend Sue
Did a great big poo
In the middle of the street
Cos she couldn’t find a loo

Now she’s locked in jail
Where she poos in a pail
So please learn a lesson
From this very sad tale
The lesson is, don't poo in the street.
Some people have been trying to find the metaphor in this poem. There isn't one. I don't understand them. It's just about poo.
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