61 Words #3 (Haiku Special)

This may be my last entry…

A few haiku for you today I think.

The wind blows harshly,
The Villagers run, screaming,
I blame the boiled eggs!

The poet’s head drops,
He has tried to spin magic,
Not enough sylla…

I am desperate,
Nowhere left for me on land,
Then I pass water.

You’re welcome!

Thanks for reading, now go haiku!

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