Poop worm dink undies
fart stench toilet grunt ass wipe
constipation cunt.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
Dirty underwear
Sending them as Christmas gifts
You are on the list
by Secret Santa
Toilet Recliner
Relax and grunt in comfort
Because you're worth it
by Anonymous Poet
I have a feeling
The stench is a real problem
When you use the can
by Got a hunch
Diary Entry:
Suffocate him in his sleep
With a plastic bag
by Edie Brickell of Sounds of Almost Silence, CT
You can tell your friends
Your haiku is famous
Bask in the glory
by G o d
Wet wild wiggly worm?
Which end of you has the dink?
I like holding you
by Worm holder
Wiping my behind
Decorated with bad poop
Help wanted: Ass Wipe
Must enjoy loud farts
Preferably ambidextrous
With a caring touch
by Sitter of Terlit
There is a blank page.
And I scribble a haiku.
But which is better?
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
Worms are in my brain.
If you wait at my asshole,
you'll wait forever.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
It's always God's fault.
Satan's just a laid back dude
with a big red ass.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
Sort of hungry now
waiting for worms to pop up
From your big asshole
by Anonymous Poet
Why this place exists....
Must be a crazy dream of...
God or the Devil
by Religious Inexperience
Donald Trump sucks ass
by Anonymous Poet
Sorry to bother you
But I don
by Mack of Mirror
Sorry to bother you
But I don
by Mack of Mirror
Chocolate brown chip loaf
Cocoa nib chunk cookie crumb
Fudge mocha dank dump
by Anonymous Poet
Constipation Wish
Someone please free the log jam
I don't deserve this
by Anonymous Poet
Had the urge to fart
What a surprise. Poop came out.
God's fault or Devil?
by Anonymous Poet
in that case kiss my haikus
by vhs
Nice ass
by Anonymous Poet
Electricity
Telecommunication
Abracadabra
by Starkitten
Masturbatory
hyperreflexivity
ejaculation.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
Already famous.
My ass is enjoyed worldwide.
Check out my haiku.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
There should be a score
That calculates the crazy
Based on the poems
by Anonymous Poet
Where are the poets?
Yes, I think this site is rigged
By Psychiatrists
by Anonymous Poet
Gonna be famous
My haikus are enjoyed worldwide
I'll show you my ass
by Anonymous Poet
Lots of dogs ran loose
Their shit rotted and turned white
Then disintegrated
Some piles got stepped in
by Anonymous Poet
The girl up the street
Used to eat boogers on snow
I haven't tried it
They had a poodle
His asshole was stained yellow
Ran loose in the streets
by Anonymous Poet
Back to basics now
Cuntfart Cuntfart cunt. Breathe.
Cuntfart Cuntfart cunt
by Anonymous Poet
You freaking madman
Are you servicing your wife?
Swatting mosquitoes?
by Anonymous Poet
Somebody stop me
Yo, VHS, fickpucker
Throw down some road spikes
by Anonymous Poet
I can't stop haiku
It's out of control. I tried
Haiku brakes on the fritz
Got the syllable shits and I can't stop.
by Anonymous Poet
We are in God's jail
Doing Time for our parents
They were horny that night
by Anonymous Poet
Colonel sanders here
You have to fuck the chicken
That is the secret
by Anonymous Poet
And then we'll fly off
Catch up with the Hale Boppers
You just might get laid
by Anonymous Poet
With a glass of milk
Toast cut in triangle shapes
To enhance flavor
by Anonymous Poet
No holiday guests
No holiday meal. Just toast
And peanut butter
by Anonymous Poet
You can see the stench
Haikus rotting in the sun
It's all your fault,dude
by Anonymous Poet
Peanut butter toast
Is my all time favorite meal
Can you dig it, babe
by Anonymous Poet
Swing by. Pick me up
Let's drive straight into the sun
Burn, motherfucker!
by Anonymous Poet
Melancholy Turd
Abandoned in Menswear aisle
On Fitting Room floor
by Retail me Not of Menswear
Hard work, these poems
Up before sunrise, milking
Syllables. Smells foul.
by Haiku farmer of Knee deep in chicken shit
Turkey shaped clogger
Forgot plunger in England
Call it Grog with Log
by Anonymous Poet
Up close.magnified
Every pore and crumb of shit
Anal Viewmaster
by Turdseyeview
Swinging high high high
Away I fly fly fly
Into a shitpile
by Anonymous Poet
That sounds G rated
Compared to Jim Bob's skill
Fuckbasting the Bird
by John Boy Walton's Mole of Wipe me with the napkin, please... getting moist
Hard as Plymouth Rock
Wipe your hands on the stray dogs
Jizzed Brussels sprouts
by Anonymous Poet
I know what it is
Got a headless conjoined twin
Call it double junk
by Anonymous Poet
I wouldn't know what DVDA was if not for Matt Stone and Trey Parker. What would Brian Boitano Do?
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