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What happens when you cross the ancient Welsh poetic form, Cynghanedd, with the traditional Japanese poetic form, the Haiku? And what strange hybrid emerges if you then insolently disregard the strict rules of both? Something like this, maybe…

Keys. Money. Change. Baccy. Skins. Glasses. Pen. Notebook. Phone. Tissues. Swiss army knife. Clean pants in case I get run over. Right, I’m ready to go to the corner shop for a pint of milk. Summer thunder rumbles in the east.

Allweddi. Arian. Arian bath. Baco. Crwyn. Gwydrau. Ysgrifbin. Ffôn. Cadach. Cylell fyddin Swistir. Dillad isaf yn lân rhag ofn wi mewn damwain ffordd. O’r gorau, wi’n barod i fynd i siop am beint o laeth. Taranau haf yn tyrfo yn y dwyrain.