I wake up cold and naked at 6 in the asa
remember to switch on the cohi before
taking a shawaa. The genkan is getting too
samui these days for putting on my suitsu.
Better think about getting the heetaa
from ni-kai later. Damn tenki has been so shitty lately—
I can hear the ame beating on the shattaazu.
Another fight against the crowds of kasa awaits.
The basu to the eki throbs sweaty sticky and
kondeiru— standing room only mochiron. I'd take
a takushi if they weren't so kusakute takai.
The train's even worse. Someone's kaban stuck
in my back. Another's chin-chin flaccid against my leg.
And all those dog-eyed OL's waiting for ai or kekkon
to come and end their careers. Or at least
for one of these echi sarariman to sawaru their oppai
bat an eye and stick it to them in a rabu hoteru.

   






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Hair Catto

Lines of waruiko outside the shokuinshitsu.
Yamada sensei hollers them in one by one
to face the pencil. Hair too nagai and this
one is even wearing meiku. He might've
gotten away with it kedo his keitai rang
just as he walked through the schoolgate.
Yamada slips the pencil under the collar &
winces at the nagasa. Darashinai omae
and the Headmaster agrees though he
barely even looks up from his conpyutaa.

Yabai!

He grew up gesu and uzai
couldn't get a girl to look at
him for even an ippun so it
comes as a shocku to discover
that his arse is the talk of the
6th grade and sketches of him
naked adorn the toire walls.
He long lost count of all the
zubon he'd ruined thinking
of yaru. Mondai is: how much
do love your life Sensei?

i like this, b. 

Maggie

Ｉ　ｈａｄ　ａ　ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ　ｙｏｕ　ｍｉｇｈｔ　Ｍｕｇｓ．　 ;)

 ;) back at ya!

Japanglish! Me licca these, Brian.

Thanks Mike.

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Wedding of the Year

Where else but the Hiruton Hoteru
could you find a kekkon shiki between
Nippon's answer to P-Diddy, and a Harajuku girl?
He the dandy rappaa in white silk,
replete with pleated slacks and
ebony cane. She the, ahem, slut
in fur-lined lace-trimmed kneeboots
with whale-bone detail. Hearing Ave Maria
beatboxed by an off-duty shoppu staffu
was something, but when the Russian soprano
let rip and the Italian pastor presided in Latin,
well, the sounds of jaws hitting marble threatened
to shatter every stained grassu pane in the chaperu.
After rapped vows and Olympic-style doves,
his and hers stuffed Snoopy doruzu
were tossed bouquet style. At the reesepushon,
Shibuya garuzu entertained with Para Para,
and a gastronomical fyujyon of East meets West
was enjoyed by all, except the bride's Grandfather,
who complained the lack of whalemeat.

Flicking through shashin a few days later,
we were silenced by two striking images:
the bride yawning as her new husband
massaged her neck; and the newlyweds
laughing as she picked a lash from his cheek.

Here's my guesses for Yabai!

Yabai! Temptation!

He grew up gesu (gauche) and uzai(awkward)
couldn't get a girl to look at
him for even an ippun (second) so it
comes as a shocku (Shock) to discover
that his arse is the talk of the
6th grade and sketches of him
naked adorn the toire(toilet) walls.
He long lost count of all the
zubon(careers) ruined just thinking
of yaru (stealth). Mondai (question)is: how much
do love your life Sensei (teacher)?

I know sensai from the telly...I think, if i'm right. the others are guesses from your context and my contacts in schools.

Anyone else want to try?

I just looked at these for the first time Brian - very nice -- I must come back and read through again - xo M

Thanks Michelle. I'll get round to tidying them up . . . . eventually!

B.

yep, yep

before the trainride


 :D

Chasan, thanks for looking in.

Just a bit of fun really, seeing what I can get away with. I'm afraid if I tried to write Japanese poetry it would only read like someone with poor Japanese trying to make themselves understood . . . . badly!!!
Good idea though.

Although I can get by with the spoken language, my reading and writing skills leave lots to be desired and my kanji is still beneath that needed to participate in a Japanese language poetry site I'm afraid.
One day though, one day . . .

Cheers.

B.