Bunnet Sonnet

The flat cap, sometimes known as 'the bunnet'
Yorkshiremen and pensioners wear them.
Lurking like someone in a whodunnit!
Smoking cheap cigarettes now and again

That hat doesn't suit you, aged several years
Reminds me of the seventies racists
When people ignorantly voiced their fears
Through vile words on a regular basis.

Thankfully today, things are far less tense.
We've started working together; a team.
Doesn't stop the public from being less dense.
They think that a whippet is an ice cream

He who sports a flat cap, makes his own bread
Hides for hours and hours, working in his shed.

A Tanka and a couple more Haikus

The Smell
It was a bad smell

You left me sad with the lies

and finger pointing

terrible accusations

It was the dog that farted

Long Day

The day drags onwards

So tired I can't stay awake

perhaps I am dead?

Spot

Sore bit on my head

How did the spot develop?

I drink Clearasil