Funny what runs through your mind as you begin to drop off to sleep or awaken from snoozing slumbers.
Listening to the bikes on the beach in the distance and the current cold weather reminded me of the days when I got up early on a Sunday morning to watch the boyfriend of the time play football.
Hungry and cold, we all piled into the pub after the game, but apart from a bag of crisps, no food was ever offered.
I called full time on the romance within a month after it became an away match when he went back to his previous girlfriend.
Hope you enjoy this double haiku. I think it’s the first I’ve written this year.
Hunger pangs gurgle
A dischorded symphony:
The heat of cold bites
Waiting on sidelines
Watching, feigning interest.
Is dinner served yet?