… or something like that.
So Ronovan’s Haiku challenge, number #35. This week’s words to incorporate are:
I had a French teacher at my grammar school, Miss Post – Peggy when we were being polite and a spoonerism when not. She cast me as Hoederer in Jean Paul Sartre’s Le Mains Sales. I had to be rugged so for the six weeks of rehearsing I grew a beard, my first. Come the night they coloured in the blond fluff. That one act with an eyebrow pencil crushed my creative muse for good.
Anyway to my haiku. A two verser this week, set in a school
‘Why are you Miss, Miss?
When you are old?’ ‘I’m past it, see,
‘I’d not miss you, Miss.
If I walked past you, I’d know
You from your special smell.’