2012年12月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 36th. week

On the hand of an orphan, put for a substitute, the head of a toad.
In her arm, the ears of bulrush are shaking, only seeing the back of the old woman.
The man with a gentle nature, who has no strength and no power for, is a bum.
No kiseru, a Japanese smoking pipe there is, which can make a sharp sound if it is stricken at a ashtray, so I can hardly get out of from my kotatsu, a Japanese foot warmer like an bug which has lived in it.
Just only five minutes, in the lump ten fried chickens, to fill our mouth.

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