My haiku about sausages was inspired by a conversation in a pub restaurant. On the menu were ‘free range sausages’, conjuring up images of happy little sausages growing up in relative freedom before ending up on a dinner plate. One of our party had a poetic description of how he likes his gravy, hence this:
Free range sausages,
bullish on mash, with descent-
© Heather Wastie
I’ve got lots of performances coming up. Here’s a link to my DIARY which, as I type, needs updating so you’ll have to look past the old dates!