Haiku

Revenge, best served cold?
Better, perhaps, for both sides:
Some oral pleasure!
 
Longed-for return? No.
The old jitters still remain.
Tuukka Rask? Stay home.
 
So you want a Haiku?
NO??!! - I will go!!!
Put an end to it all!
While you have a ball
But I still want a screw
 
Ah, fair Limerick,
The fast food of poetry.
Lovely city, though.
 
just five little lines
with words like gilt inlaid spines
of leather-backed tomes
such are rarely found in homes
and never where the sun shines
 
Cunning, the snow waits.
Tomorrow, the shovels dance;
Tonight? Resigned sleep.
 
Clawing at the snow,
The shovel bites endlessly.
Back pain? Possible.
 
the storm has passed now
but the chaos of road works
lingers in its wake
 
Storm done, driveways clear.
So how shall I recover?
Football. Glass of scotch.
 
(Nice. I've never read Moby Dick, and the constant referencing of it in film & TV bemuses me. I did read a book called Mobius Dick by Andrew Crumey that was entertaining sci-fi about quantum realities breaking down.)
 
"Peg leg..." metaphor?
A cropped limb, cetacean food?
Or a real long dick?
 
a mobius dick
if done right, comes full circle
with a wicked twist
 
keep your harpoon, lass
seamen tell too many tales
of penetration
 
Fog off snowy fields:
There’s no more horizon now.
Land and sky? Silver.
 
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