Oh, the fun that can be had with the haiku form - 17 syllables of freedom. I thought I'd take a break from heavy blog posts this week and just enjoy a bit of messing about on themes I've already explored more seriously in the past.
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This first haiku was inspired by my previous head's insistence on not getting involved in staff's emotional duress.
Upset staff
If you shed a tear,
Do not expect sympathy;
Tissues should suffice.
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This next one is a riff on the lack of
accountability at my previous place of work.
Nervous breakdowns
One man down - who cares?
Another four - who’s counting?
No one seems to see…
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This one echoes the head's dismissal of taking pride in one's work...
Pride
One thing is for sure,
There is no place for pride here,
Silly communist.
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As Modern Foreign Languages lead, I was genuinely told to look into bringing Latin bacl onto the curriculum. Latin: that most famous modern foreign language. I actually thought the head was joking when this was suggested and laughed out loud. This was not appreciated...
Latin
In South East London,
Latin is a binding force:
Bridge the class divide!
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No explanation needed here, surely.
Gaslit staff
Gaslit staff work best.
Never let them think they’re good.
Danger lies that way.
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This one was written by my partner who wanted to join in on the fun.
Dread Head
In this silent school
The spider weaves her cold web
So capriciously
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And this last one was generated by AI - scarily apt.
Evil head teacher
Cold eyes pierce through souls
Words like poison drip from lips
Darkness fills the halls
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