The cheek of that noisy boy THUMPING by you in his greenflippers as you quietly meditate on Basho's haiku. Where was the local constable, the pool attendant, the magistrate; that's what I'd like to know. What were they all doing about this greenflippered hooligan?
A sly wink at the plopping frog. I like it, John!
Thumping boys cheers me up..I leave my poetry to watch them :)wishes, devika
Ah, Nora opened my eyes! --A green frog jumping into the pool -- splashing water (on my book.)Ps. When a young boy I went to sauna and to swim to a local swimming pool. At first it was allowed to use flippers. My flippers were coloured black. Later those were forbidden. ;-(
Would that be Jane's translation? (Basho would have been amused by the boy; Issa, perhaps even moreso.)Good one.
I like the humour!