Well as the more astute have observed, and indeed commented, the previously profligate haiku publication line has stalled somewhat. The Journal had become temporarily separated from the necessary threesome of computer; internet; and skilled operator. While we gradually get back on track this almost-real-time post has the cheek to butt in. In the absence of a DeLorean DMC-12 with an unlikely amount of plutonium to sort out the situation, readers may have to just accept our apologies and suck it up.
The clocks had just changed, for the worse, and a lively Southerly weather system had moved in really put a full stop to the best Summer in living memory. A modest contingent of the Thirsty Boys braved the elements to sample Hashigo Zake’s new release whilst musing on the events of the day: the lifting of Wellington’s water ban; the strangely rhythmic sounds of the construction over the road; and the death of an ex prime minister of the United Kingdom.
Jungle Beer Kiasu Stout
(Tropical stout, ABV 7.0%)
Marmite, hints of vanilla
Iron Lady rusts
It is apparently made with unrefined cane sugar, we’ve no idea why. It’s initially mild sweet but sour coffee characteristics gave way to a bituminous bitterness and tar-like qualities. We felt it would be well suited to drinking in the tropics without really being able to prove it.
Food matches: 1) Soupe à l’oignon et croutons 2) Buttered 5-grain rye like you might get at Floriditas
n. pl. haiku also hai·kus
1. A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
2. A poem written in this form.