Love is in the air
can you smell it? Love is in...
oh wait, that's my ass.
by Saint
so few ifs or ands
yet a major load of butts
holed up at this site
by ash
uncle two fingers
probing the fleshy expanse
of my throbcolon
by Drophammer
some things are better
when you leave them in your ass
not when they escape
by Konfuka
burning flatulence
oh God, someone help me, please
my ass is on fire
by Drophammer
there's a dance grooving
in my pants, moving like ants
dribbling down my leg
by Drophammer
That's cause Battlepuppy is GAY.
by Priest
I try to go pee
but I have an obstacle -
Puppy's uvula
by Saint
Priest limits restrict
He points to rules and cries foul
But he just sucks ass
by Battlepuppy of MI
Puppy uses tongue
as paintbrush, his paint? Scrapings
from my bleeding ass.
by Saint
Hello, my children
I bring you my holy water
Blessed orifice.
by Priest
My hands are tied with
certain topics off limits
I am limited.
by Saint
Saint would have fought back
With a good scathing verse if
he could think of one.
by Battlepuppy of MI
I Revisted
old haikus of mine. Bitter
I was, but no more.
by Saint
The Puppy returns
We are all overjoyed now
Quit humping my leg!
by Saint
A lot of Ex-Lax
and patience means that Saint is
now wet for Droppy.
by Battlepuppy of MI
I love the smell of
Steaming belly hole haiku
In the morning, neh?
by Drophammer
Who is the jackass,
that thinks he has the right to
clean bad haiku page?
If I had a jar
I'd jam it up his sorry
ass and shatter it.
by Saint
open my windows
penetrate my raw socket
upgrade me roughly
by ash of bill.me@m$
frank frank your chick stank
for that i taxed you niggah
and smoked up your dank
by patler
still morning madness
warm beer and dirty pipehits
hope i can survive
by oldnasty
by American Standard Haiku
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