Apologies to all real poets and Haiku writers. These are from a prompt to write horrible Haikus about candy. Brought on a wave of nostalgia. As you can tell from the first few, I had a misspent youth whenever I had the opportunity.
As you can tell from the last one, any coins left in pockets because people can’t be bothered to empty them before putting clothes in the laundry, become the washerwoman’s (e.g. my) reward…
Marathons, spangles,
A penny for four blackjacks:
A candied childhood.
Spittly Gobstopper:
Spat out wet and examined.
Slurping through rainbows.
Dry out licked toffees,
Wrap them with tongue-stuck-out care:
Gift for my sister.
Oh Flying Saucers:
Rice paper glues my palate,
But my tongue fizzes.
Opal fruits are wrong
When called Starburst. My childhood
Winces in anguish.
Laundress collects coins:
Lazy family pays for
Housewife Pick ’n’ Mix.
Words and photograph copyright 2016 by Paula Harmon. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission
