A haiku (composed at Glastonbury)
By pouletnoir
Chai tea and tai chi
Is it a coincidence
They both attract twats?
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 8:23 am |
the luminous beauty of your words has inspired me to snort hot tea down my nose (not chai, i hasten to add).
are your feet dry yet?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 11:06 am |
Tremendous. Tea snorting (or, at least, making people laugh) is the black chicken’s raison d’etre. There are parts of me that will never be dry again. I had to wait for a bus for 90 minutes standing in a heavy drizzle with no shelter but a ripped poncho. “Nothing is worth this,” I thought. It was like the Battle of the Somme, but without the warming effect of an enemy barrage.