Tanka Form Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Tanka Form



Tanka (air travel)

Air travel
Like number nine to Garston
Lost its lustre
You will get nothing to eat
but you can buy well travelled food

Busy Sex.


Our Alger taxi driver
Had two wives and five sons
Worked 18 hours day
How come he had time for sex?
“O, it only takes five minutes.”

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