Olympic haikus
The Communications boys and girls in my university department, relentlessly doing the cheerleader thing and jollying the worker bees along, have announced an Olympics Poetry Contest, and asked us to submit entries - poems on the theme of the London 2012 Games, in any form or metre.
That got my muse to the starting blocks in no time, and why should my colleagues be the only ones to benefit by my literary genius? So here for your reading pleasure are:
Some Haikus on the London 2012 Olympic Games
These verses' title
Infringes Olympic Law.
So sue me, Lord Coe!
"Once-in-a-lifetime"
- if you're under 64:
otherwise it's twice.
Games officials
Can't be arsed to go to watch the Games.
Lonely bus stops.
The Times reported
Our cyclists "peddling" their bikes.
Did they sell any?
The sages tell us
"It's an ill wind, etc":
The BM is peaceful.
[Nos. 3 and 5 probably won't mean much except to people who live or work in Bloomsbury: it was made the Media Hub for the Games, and all the Olympic journalists and all but the top-ranking OIC officials were accommodated to hotels there; over more than six months Russell Square and the streets behind the British Museum were converted into a private bus station for them, with stops right round the square so they could be whisked to the various Gamers venues. But - as everybody familiar with the Olympics knows - most IOC officials haven't the remotest notion of actually watching any sports; they're just here to shop in the West End, trouser bungs and make deals in hotel rooms, and roll burping from one champagne reception to another. So the troops of transport controllers and volunteer helpers are hanging forlornly around the square awaiting passengers, and the British Museum is half-empty.]