Bad Haiku
Horrible poetry for the digital age
28 Years, 61 Days and 77459 Haiku later...

Launch the fleet!
1000 ships to the bottom of the sea!
Souls devoured by Cthulhu!
Pearl Harbor bastardized by retail culture
Haiku # 11648, July 4, 2001 11:52 am ET
by Moxie
I've gotten over art.
Everyone tries to do it
I put a brush to my head
and pull the gesso.
Haiku # 11647, July 4, 2001 11:51 am ET
by Moxie
mmm ale...

social vindication for being a ham
Haiku # 11646, July 4, 2001 11:20 am ET
by Moxie
mine's red and dripping
cock should be regulated
loads of codswallop
Haiku # 11645, July 4, 2001 9:56 am ET
by mellie
move over noah
trans-septal effluvium
nares a worry
Haiku # 11644, July 4, 2001 9:30 am ET
by ash
bald as a beaver
sure brings out the animal
grandma has a cock
Haiku # 11643, July 4, 2001 8:14 am ET
by ash
Haiku # 11642, July 4, 2001 8:11 am ET
by Anonymous Poet
southern acquaintance
says, the only hair she has
occurs on her head.
Haiku # 11641, July 4, 2001 7:07 am ET
by ap
intellectual?
emotional? addictive?
what need does this fill?
Haiku # 11640, July 4, 2001 7:02 am ET
by ap
you never wonder?
picture who pecks the keyboard?
words touch as fingers.
Haiku # 11639, July 4, 2001 6:56 am ET
by ap
just whistle over
oceans, continents, light years.
electrons do fine
Haiku # 11638, July 4, 2001 6:53 am ET
by ap
next time just whistle
unlike Ash I have thick hair
oestrogen working
Haiku # 11637, July 4, 2001 3:02 am ET
by mellie
so you saw me ap?
yes I was at the airport
lit up in black tights

pink twin-set and pearls
gay Irish docs eyebrow studs
did you see them too?

roaring like lions
sure I was lapping it up
I must have missed you
Haiku # 11636, July 4, 2001 2:26 am ET
by mellie
resplendent bouffant
hair today gone tomorrow
testosterone's curse

Haiku # 11635, July 4, 2001 1:55 am ET
by ash
when I die will I
die like the terminator
or meet St. Peter
Haiku # 11634, July 3, 2001 11:27 pm ET
by mr horse of horstralia
i imagine sips
vodka citron tonic cause
imagination

Haiku # 11633, July 3, 2001 10:08 pm ET
by ap
i imagine me
but i laugh too much to type
grandma has a cock
Haiku # 11632, July 3, 2001 9:59 pm ET
by ap
cogratulations
to creator of this form
mystery of janis

Haiku # 11631, July 3, 2001 9:56 pm ET
by ap
boo perplexes
as an unwitting conscience
anal lightning wit
Haiku # 11630, July 3, 2001 9:54 pm ET
by ap
and betty la bomb
such good karmic vibrations
tanned and colorful
Haiku # 11629, July 3, 2001 9:53 pm ET
by ap
i think ash has long
hair like television docs
a smart character
Haiku # 11628, July 3, 2001 9:48 pm ET
by ap
the assignation
of physical appearance
to unknown persons

based on ideas
formed by bad haiku
this is dangerous
Haiku # 11627, July 3, 2001 9:46 pm ET
by ap
i once imagined
seeing mellie friday last
at hartsfield airport

laptop pecking while
sipping ale in the smoker
she was so saucy
Haiku # 11626, July 3, 2001 9:43 pm ET
by ap
never imagined
any porcine attributes
to that aussie form
Haiku # 11625, July 3, 2001 9:40 pm ET
by ap
Mmm, ham!
Haiku # 11624, July 3, 2001 9:26 pm ET
by Moxie
dog worries outside
store for shoplifter, then waits
where she left with cops.
Haiku # 11623, July 3, 2001 5:57 pm ET
by wowzer
hot enough for ya!?
re-peel sticky underwear,
ice-pack labia.
Haiku # 11622, July 3, 2001 5:56 pm ET
by Miss Everything
flowers bloom then wilt.
in the fog even the ground
dehydrates quickly.
Haiku # 11621, July 3, 2001 5:54 pm ET
by Miss Everything
the sun makes them melt:
divisions between loving,
longing, and losing.
Haiku # 11620, July 3, 2001 5:52 pm ET
by Miss Everything
here we go again
now thinking of mellie's hams
got to leave this place
Haiku # 11619, July 3, 2001 5:52 pm ET
by bruce
suit actions to words
conscience makes me a coward
I ham it up here
Haiku # 11618, July 3, 2001 1:57 pm ET
by mellie
I react by saying
if we take the joke too literally
the bible is thumped and stumped
once again

but He's not human...but He is
Haiku # 11617, July 3, 2001 1:36 pm ET
by Moxie
God was co-pilot
But then we crashed in mountains
I had to eat Him.
Haiku # 11616, July 3, 2001 1:33 pm ET
by PTomblin
agh! Pepto bismolo!
quickly now, the quick brown
fox died of indigestion
Haiku # 11615, July 3, 2001 12:15 pm ET
by Mox
Ah, I know... But the smoker's credo
Which can so often be hidden...
Disdain a habit and you win salvation
Play one as God and your lose your soul
You know the game quite well yourselves
Haiku # 11614, July 3, 2001 11:55 am ET
by Moxie
aspiration ahhhhhhhhhhh
dragging on and on and ere
drawn out and deadly
Haiku # 11613, July 3, 2001 11:25 am ET
by mellie
my fragrant ass blast
singed wallpaper, popped tiles
anus is destroyed
Haiku # 11612, July 3, 2001 8:01 am ET
by shitfire of ny
in my opinion
assisted ventilation
isn't inspiring
Haiku # 11611, July 3, 2001 3:57 am ET
by ash
asthma cigarettes
no surgeon gen'ral's warning
on the plastic bag
Haiku # 11610, July 2, 2001 10:41 pm ET
by ash
(psst...Ash, I'm beginning to like your stuff...)...

Djarums like that spiced cider
tasty but, hard to light and
asthmatic, one more nail in me coffin
Haiku # 11609, July 2, 2001 8:52 pm ET
by Moxie
uncivil servants
made their wage, but didn't warn
the building children

their agent among
me: my warning ignored, for
furthest extent - POW!
Haiku # 11608, July 2, 2001 7:59 pm ET
by McVeigh
spewed in my uggies
I chucked on a pair of socks
tossed uggies in bin
Haiku # 11607, July 2, 2001 7:23 am ET
by mellie
Silkiest warm slide
drives me on in a way that
I was born to do
Haiku # 11606, July 2, 2001 1:35 am ET
by Betty LeBomb
Blue sky twirls swirling
up the florescent grass
upon neighbor hill
Haiku # 11605, July 2, 2001 1:30 am ET
by Betty LeBomb
huffing on puffers
rasping like a death rattle
pestilent mucus

sucking lozenges
bronchial inflammation
takes my breath away
Haiku # 11604, July 2, 2001 12:48 am ET
by ash
something annoying about
victims, but also about Romans
they both taste like chicken to lions
Haiku # 11603, July 1, 2001 5:50 pm ET
by Moxie
Garciaparra return!
And stop writing on a bad day...
advice to myself
Haiku # 11602, July 1, 2001 5:49 pm ET
by Mox of competitional sports...
at woollangabba
two days of lions roaring
canetoads crush cockies
Haiku # 11601, July 1, 2001 8:26 am ET
by mellie
you play victim then
you move on and them people
who are in a bad spot, who stepped on you before
wonder why the fuck you don't feel sorry for them
Haiku # 11600, June 30, 2001 7:34 pm ET
by Mox
Never killed babies
But seemed to have no problem
Enslaving Humans
Haiku # 11599, June 30, 2001 5:48 pm ET
by Janis
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