Day 21 : Rest Day 2 : Sore losers
¶ 1
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Sore, as in battered and bruised
And still confused
As to how they lost
Too late, they learn at their cost
That fortune favours the brave
Whenever knight battles knave
¶ 2
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Sore, as in bad losers
Petulant bruisers
Hatching a conspiracy theory
About which, we’re growing weary
When good grace, towards their hosts
Would go some way, to allaying their ghosts
¶ 3
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Saw, as in we’ve seen
Such wonderful sights
Big names – crashing
Emergent forces – dashing
So many surprises
On the way to the big prizes
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Sour grapes Haiku
¶ 5
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From sun bles’t slopes
Go(a)lden vines, of sour grapes
Ahn tastes bittersweet glory
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