I thought it would be fun to run a little Haiku competition in the creative department at Agency Republic. With a bottle of vodka as the main prize, here are the results:-
Bertrand wins a bottle of Vodka for his suitably French existential ramblings. Well done.
The Future scares me,
The Past tries to catch me up,
So I miss the now.
Gemma wins a can of Heinz Tomato Soup for her dense Scotch broth of a Haiku (a woman in her condition can’t drink vodka either.)
Nothing more than lick
Spittle. Deliver liver.
Poltroon of verbage.
George is in third place with his charming off the cuff Haiku. A chocolate bar will wing its way to him.
It needs the set up to give it context:-
Robin: I didn't realise but the flash platform user group thing is happening tonight and not tomorrow if anyone's planning on going
Jon: What a shame, I can’t make tonight…
George:
so sarcastic jon
but neither can I, sorry.
oh look a haiku
3 from Carl. A forth place commendation for effort
along the right lines
with oyster, travel, autumn
just shy of a drink
a blog captures our
words for alcohol me me!
still no season, though
random bollocks these
haikus, you know; really they
don't quite span or scan
The best of the rest:
Abe:
A whole department
whoring language in faint hope
of cheap alcohol
Jon:
Fuck it, they can fuck
Right fucking off, fucking fucks
A sample from Carl
Bertrand:
Pigeons are ugly
Nobody likes flying rats
Except old people
Katie:
vodka is a friend
makes you funny and clever
and lose your wallet
Abe:
armed with a spreadsheet
her fascist fingers dictate
our every move.
James:
First line sets it up
Second line exaggerates
Bit limited no?
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