i don't wear a kilt
though i'll think better of it now
my bag pipe needs wind
by ap
or is it the thrill,
while climbing a hill, of sharp
tickle of thistle?
by mellie
scotsmen wear kilts for
the whistle, of wind round their
bollocks and gristle
by mellie
another woman
ordered double entendre
and got two for one
by scott (counting syllables and now entrendres too...i only make this a double, tough)
triple entendre?
garage sale broken
circuit breakers...an offer
that can't be refused???
by bad haiku is bad haiku and a website is a website
triple entendres ?
try this on for sighs..'Mary
had a little lamb'..
did she own a sheep? eat lamb? have sex with it?
by Anonymous Poet
re 13494
this has to be the
best and worst of bad haiku
palsy fits right in
by bad haiku is bad haiku and a website is a website
my fingers are numb
from counting fives and sevens
i need those twelve steps
by scott (coming to grips with my problem)
Walking on the roof
of Hell we are gazing at
so many flowers
by k_against_flakes_who_cancel_on_you_if_something_better_comes_up of Hell
if you meet Buddha
on the road, you're probably
not smoking winstons..
by scott (um, who are you talking to, Palsy?)
What do you mean "This is a bad haiku website"?
by Palsy
Sleeping is my favourite hobby
Penile refreshments
gently fulfil the thirsty cops
They have guns --my bad.
by Palsy
Potery
Clay Jars break swiftly
hurried chaos on my floor
Bonsai look better
by Palsy
Problems
I have problems
writing haiku because
I have problems writing
by Palsy
Dangerously Kilted
Rocks giggle 'neath skirts
Haggis comes out unchanged
Who's laughing now!
by Palsy of Up North where you can't see me do my laundry.
before satori
i'd chop wood and draw water
now, it's vice versa
by scott (trying to bring the quality of haiku down a notch or two)
The RINZAI SCHOOL
striking the Buddha
with fists: we must -- we're not even
enlightened yet!
by Jamie Fischer of Everett WA U.S.A.
DREAM #361
heaven: miles of snow.
earth: gallons of milk -- the cows
lounge, the barn burns.
by Jamie Fischer of Everett WA U.S.A.
PENANCE
blue beetles running
on a mudflap while we pick
the oblong green pears.
by Jamie Fischer of Everett WA U.S.A.
She has left that prick
he always went in head first
causing her to bleed
by Betty LeBomb
Oui Esse, Tu Durak
Play with clay, I say today
Clayman - Claywoman
by ComiCat of Jerzey
woman in next cube
she noisily passes gas
smells like baby food
by NaCl
triple entendres
are really tough to pull off:
nixon, what a dick!
by scott (it's mediocre, i know...let's see you do better)
joe frank lifts the rug
where we sweep all our despair
and wades into it
by scott
Woman asked barkeep
for a double entendre
he gave it to her
by Betty LeBomb
I now have a watch
That receives text messages
Neat-o Torpedo!
by Fuzzy
i have but one name
though some may call me trouble
kiss my cloven butt
haiku 13482
by ash
I have many names,
Son of the Morning is one.
Kiss my cloven hoof.
Isaiah 14:12
by SuperDave
At Safeway this week:
fresh cut asparagus spears,
two pounds for a buck
by SuperDave
Walt Disney once said:
"It's a small world after all..."
-Now HE'S in a fridge!
by Pterodactylman of Australia
some radiation
experimental whaling
ain't it all science?
by ash
so cheap and crude...
perhaps a big degrading
blame Society
by scott
dolphin in tuna -
that's what i was suggesting
though not ground to bits
by scott (who's afraid of vagina dentata?)
Best dolphin I had
was caught in a net and ground
up in my tuna
by Betty LeBomb
The spot on your back
that I pressed just right last night
is still on my mind
by Betty LeBomb
Stumbling through the grass
I find my way back to camp
but too stoned to sleep
by Betty LeBomb
My sky spins blue
like the waves that surround you
making me spin, too
by Betty LeBomb
The beast comes at you
his eyes are bright white but they
turn red in retreat
by NaCl
bet, be my mermaid -
give to me your salty spray
take a dolphin ride
by scott (sinking back into the depths...and do you mind, ap? can't you see i'm busy here?)
she goes in colors
she's a rainbow a rainbow
erotic colors
by ap to betty
yes! good idea!
got to keep on movin', move
move on far away
by ap
*correction:
the pressure of legs
strong enough to part the sea
i rise from its depths...
by scott (i blew the syllable count - can you blame me for being a little excited?)
the pressure of legs
strong enough to part the sea
i'm rising from its depths...
by scott (it's coming back to me now...)
Legs drape cross your lap
while sweat beading sun leaves you
a wet silhouette
by Betty LeBomb
cetaceous rumblings
in this electric ocean
and saline so sweet
by i've forgotten
trickling the sea
i swim against your current
nameless, briny, moist
by the lifeform formerly known as "scott" of in an erotic primordial haze
a rolling drop of
lubricious perspiration
escaping navel
quickening, rounding
the banked curves of soft belly
lost in a thicket
by scott (now look what you've done)
the surface tension
of a rolling bead of sweat
has captured my thoughts
by scott (forget working...)
grunting and moaning
yelling, huffing and puffing
and he's just typing
by scott (i can't get a thing done with all this racket...) of on the Cube Farm
Sweat beads from your lips
tickling my neck as they run
down past my belly
by Betty LeBomb
