Starting a new tradition based on my original "Bye to Summer" poem. Haven't written a hay(na)ku in over a decade (not since being shamed out of writing them), but I wanted to give it a shot.
F--- Summer
Or
rather just
f--- ist back.
All
it's touching
with no consent,
a
kidney stone
just passing through
a
plague dog
all in heat,
bangs
gate to
breathe on you.
Corn
on door
wards it away.
F--- Summer
Or
rather just
f--- ist back.
All
it's touching
with no consent,
a
kidney stone
just passing through
a
plague dog
all in heat,
bangs
gate to
breathe on you.
Corn
on door
wards it away.
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