And another one....
In my new home, The Unnameable Country, as in much of East Asia, they have been growing quite besotted with 'Western' festivals over the past few years; and with Valentine's Day in particular.
Last year, things just got CRAZY: almost every street vendor in the city abandoned his or her regular trade to become a florist for a few days beforehand. On The Day itself, everywhere I went, I saw gawky, spotty local youths lying in wait to ambush their sweethearts (mostly equally unattractive, and invariably squealing in schoolgirly delight) with the obligatory love token - a single (plastic-wrapped) rose.
On my way home from a bar at around midnight that night, I noticed one of these roses abandoned in a gutter. Then another. And another. Four or five in the space of a few hundred yards. I could not help but feel a thrill of schadenfreude.
Hence this haiku:
Valentine failures,
Relics of broken romance:
Discarded roses.
And by the way, I decided then that if one day I finally get around to founding my own rock group, I shall call them The Gutter Roses. A good name, no?
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