Following the occasional success of the AFW limerick contest, I thought I'd try and launch a haiku version. If you can't drink a bottle and then write one of these you're no Hemingway. Usual 5-7-5, winner is by popular acclaim and gets to claim his or her prize of a cold pizza and bottle of 2 buck chuck (or local equivalent) paid for out of their own sad (and no doubt rapidly emptying if they spend time on such trivia) pocket.
My very humble entry:
Carmine glass beckons In swift autumn grapes ripen Drink up? No, it's corked.
If you can't beat that you can't write your way out of a paper bag. Or a ham sandwich. Or whatever.
Any takers?
-E