<u>Tanka Toys</u>
Spring rain on golf course
Crack of tee shots in the mist
Japanese poet
Grabs brush and ink; quickly puts
A Tiger in his tanka
The golfer’s parents
A marriage of gold and brown
Gray October frost
At the tip of autumn leaves
They are lovely, dark and deep
Whoops!
"I hang my head
Wish I was dead
Forgot this thread
Was rhymed," he said.
"What now to do
But seppuku?"
[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited April 30, 2002).]
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