This page, you'll be relieved to find
Has way too much on its wee mind
That's why it is so far behind
On kaiku

Should take the car to the garage
Or maybe get a good massage
But next week is looming large
So, sleep

Saturday went by really fast
Barely here, and now it's the past
I just can't make the weekend last
*poof* gone

One more we think we can bake up
Partly, to, um, kinda make up
And a bit of slack to take up
Okay?

One more to go and we are done
Then we must—really—have to run
Into that bloody awful sun
To work

So why is it that we did shirk?
It wasn't just some arbit quirk
Our back was out, and we had work
Honest!

Three poems behind! Alas! Alack!
Get this monkey offa my back
At least give it a bloody whack
Begone!

Music may soothe a savage breast
But for the demons in our chest
Silly rhyme, bad puns and low jests
Work best

Grouchy, tired and headachey
Shall quaff a cup of Munnar tea
And write some lousy poetry
There. Better.

If, perchance, you don't like cricket
Boy, you're on a sticky wicket
Get a bucket, lad, and kick it
You're dead

If rhyme was all it took
I'd be in my wee nook
Working on my tenth book

Friday blues are a-kicking in
Naught to do, not a fricking thing
'cept watch my arteries thick'ning
Yaaaawn

Early to bed, early to rise
That was my day, surprise, surprise
Me, not someone else in disguise
Honest!

Ye who twitter, hear our plea:
We ♥ you but, dude, really
Could you not put your tweets on FB?
Please?

lipid profile: done, thyroid test: check.
also did the eye test; I need specs.
middle age is a pain in the neck.
heck

Social Media Climber

noun.
Someone who assiduously builds himself (it's usually a him) up as a social media expert with copious blog posts, tweets, et cetera that cite what the genuine innovators have done, and adds on a layer of jargon and marketing speak in the hope that clueless brand manager types will hire him as a consultant, and similarly ignorant media will think of him as an expert. (The latter is likely, because media types tend to have take the 're' out of 'research' and hit Google, and the SMC will have ensured high rankings by linking to — and being linked back to reciprocally by — other SMCs.) If either of these things happen at least once, he will then post/tweet/status-message it to all and sundry. Over time, he starts to believe it himself.
The only people more boring than SMCs are SEOs.

Summer brings me to my knees, hear me wheeze:
Could we have some breeze, pretty please?
I don't want to freeze, just some ease..
Some rain?

Now that our rep is doggy poo
Shubh Easter to all of you
Easter Mubarak, that works too
Shalom

Actually it wasn't late
In GMT, it's the right date
And for our friends in the U States
It's early

Saturday's kaiku is so late
Wasn't because I had a date
No, wasn't too much on my plate
Just lazy

Didja see it? "Tee Gee Eye Gee Eff!" *
Sacrilege! Double-Yoo Tee Eff!
Stone that pagan bloody Griff!
Crucify him!

* Our Facebook status message, from Thursday night up to the time we changed it to this one on Friday, was "TGIGF." Our chances of salvation are now even further down the toilet than before.

Neighbour's getting new window grills
Hammers, cutters, bloody loud drills
Makes me want to head for the hills
Bastards

This loyal soldier never shirks
In blazing heat he's off to work
The office has a winning perk:
It's ACed

Recessionary times are rough
But finding rhymes is just as tough
Even harder to make you lough
See?

It's hot outside
I'm gonna get fried
But I gotta ride
Kaiku?

Spain

The inimitable Mr Al Jarreau. 8 minutes and 25 seconds of magic.



Via Harini's Facebook news feed.

Working steadily down list of chores
That's how my weekend goes
So tell me, how was yours?
(in Kaiku)

Read all night with a clean conscience;
Breakfast at 3 - ah, the insouciance;
nothing to write but more nonsense!
The weekend!

This verse form, we think, should have a name
It's terse, it's strict, it's fun and games
And so we dub thee, without shame
The Kaiku

Namaste from Bombay city
Land of two seasons: rainy & sweaty
plus two cool days in January
i.e.: "winter."

All Fool's Day! What could be better?
Suits this poet to the letter
We're revved up, in fine fetter
Your turn!