Fruits by Months; Haiku by the Bamboos
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In January The lemons come bitter,
But unlike our life’s
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Tamenglong’s fortuneWith oranges in Feb dropped;
The homeland demands
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If March were a manHe would have forced the masters
Sit on pineapples
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Spring’s ever pleasantLike the ripe April’s mangoes;
Only hard life sucks
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Cherry on top, good foodAll good things in sultry May,
Yet the absurd reigns
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Nothing’s spared in JuneThe rain then watermelon:
Adults and sex jokes
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Peach and childhood days,Those were like jeeps and trailers;
No July would spoil
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Strawberries made itRed and yellow and orange,
August’s just helpless
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Long ago there were September pomegranates;
Memories fade soon
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Eat fruit or drink wineWhen the grapes arrive October,
Health or cirrhosis
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Pear does not rhyme withPeace, so is November not,
With country nor fuck.
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Papaya rhymes well–Whisky and huthi and army,
–December’s junta
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| So apparently, for a guy like me who without any talent or whatsoever, depend on luck to succeed in life, this kind of design does give me some hope that I am not totally useless. If I have no other job, I can make colourful books for the kids and earn my livelihood. May be I should start working on all the possible designs. |
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