Tag Archives: Singapore
One Fish… Airport Fish? [Haiku]
in the airport, i stop mid-stride, a fish has my attention.
DAILY PHOTO: Trees & “Supertrees,” Gardens by the Bay
DAILY PHOTO: Water Lily
DAILY PHOTO: Crane Fountain, National Orchid Garden
an earth tone orchid spits out a tongue of purple, bucking disguise
DAILY PHOTO: Twisted Petals
DAILY PHOTO: Animal Style Kung Fu, Haw Par Villa
Limerick of Singapore
Five [More] City Limericks
There was a worker from Detroit
who — in his job — was quite adroit.
They said he had powers —
a thousand nuts an hour,
but it’s not like he could enjoy’t.
There was an old woman of Singapore
who was fit as a fiddle but quite poor.
Her legs, they were stout
from lugging about
fixings to sell chicken-rice door-to-door.
There was a businessman from Osaka
who flew in (for safari) to Lusaka.
Walking the savanna
he slipped on a banana,
and was lost in an elephantine ca-ca.
There was a bad boy from Budapest
who wanted to behave his very best.
No more driving drunk —
a corpse in the trunk.
Being good was harder than he’d guessed.
There was a young woman from Cancun
who knew all the phases of the moon.
She worked a nightclub,
slinging drinks and grub —
because the mid-day sun made her swoon.