They shouted out loud, “The King is dead!” Now, let’s worship his blue suede shoe. “Long live the king,” they all said. The rumour about his middle-aged spread read: It was because of his love of chocolate fondue. They dipped and shouted out loud, “The King is dead!” Then they worshipped him as their figurehead….
Day: August 16, 2020
Morning Haiku – 35
A damp fog lay down Upon blank tiled roofs longing For more August sun.