Haiku NZ

Right my friends, this needs must be very short and brief as the internet is extremely expensive in this one horse town we've found ourselves in and as I am within fifty pages of finishing Bleak House (thank the Lord!) I didn't have time on the beach today to compose this post. So I shall continue in the form of Haiku (if I knew what that meant):
Annie left Wellington.
We were sad, we drank smoothies.
The smoothies were good.

We saw Peter Jackson's house.
We saw his oscar
And we were surprised.

I walked to Katherine Mansfield's house
She had written many stories.
I write Haiku badly.

We sailed across the Ocean
To the beautiful South Island
Well, not really sailed as we were in a ferry.

We played mini golf
And I ate ice cream.
Katie did not eat ice cream- she ate chocolate.

We got a boat.
Where to? Who knows.
For I am bored and don't want to finish this post.

Feel free to comment in Haiku: the next instalment shall be in the Italian sonnet form. S xx