Harsh Harvest

Habitual Hoping Drags The Words out in Sequence


Haggard haggling
The vendor, the merchant, hailing
For hail stones,
He who halfwittedly heralds the hallow season
Of bleak.
Hallucinations of a halo
Halt the fantasies.
A hammer hampers the hand,
As handfuls of handicap words,
Handle handsome stares.


Two Handy Hints

one)
Hang wet hankies
Haphazardly and hapless,
and happen upon happiness.
two)
Harass harbour hard blokes on a Saturday
Night,
Harmful, yes, but evidence of harmony.


The Harsh Harvest

In all honesty,
I hate all this
Hauling along-
It haunts me,
Which is a hazard.
Too hazy.

Hmmm.