specialists in beer,
tobacco, chocolate, cheese,
the world's finest weed,

and not to mention,
last but not least, tolerance,
the Dutch have it down

new threat to the world
no more powders up the nose
guess it's back to crack

your colors so blue
our lonely eyes turned to you
(let bring back boo, too)

betty please come back
your colored haikus dazzle
among haiku trash

and for the record
you accused me of smashing
your japanese nose

what are you smoking?
i am not responsible
for ash's haiku

not a racial slur
baby-talk: "very stinky"
only bad haiku

.......same with "oheYO"
.....which is really ohei NA*
......scott tries to be slick

(he plays with two emphatic
..particles, YO and NA to be
......seemingly innocuous)

betty is long gone
vitriol has replaced her
sublime offerings

..A Literal Translation Once More
............."totemo 'kuchai' "
........totemo KUchi/CHAIro

.......(very/....(holes)/(brown)
.......terribly/
.......many)

thus: too many horrid brown holes.

kusai...kuchai is
the cute baby-talk version
...my other teacher

if i understand
the nihongo that's used here
it is quite basic

and quite elitist
when not employed for haiku
but just for chit-chat

.............is it poetry
.you ask, if you "do" my jap
nose? smash your white first

..(scott, u can't hide behind
ash'es name. hanashimasu?
..........hanashimasu?)

....but still i'm impressed
i do know it is no mean feat
........to do the tenses

........(oyasumi nasai)

....i have been called
a fool girl, arrogant and
....a tasteless urchin

..(ahhh, a nihongo too
...literal and corrupted.
....and no verbs and
........particles too)

it's already here
biological warfare
my farts are deadly

the tree bears its own
the abundance of its fruit
and dry wood for fire

once familiar lines
quickly exposed the queen bee
to the goat

scissors go snip, snip,
hedge cutters go, clip-clip-clip,
dildos just go hmmmmmmm

hisashiburi?
watashi wa koko ni
deshita, anata?

baka geisha boy
watashi-wa samurai ?
no arigato

.........hisashiburi
scott, gambatte kudasai
........motto ii, hai

bit of good and bad
in everyone, i suppose
that haiku, my bad

Numbed by the long years
I still pray for your battles
Do you need honey?

(I can get you one, I'll leave it
where you can pick it up)

The frost that I took
dwells within now, I go home
and watch the sunset

to ap...

I tried to call you
"sir", really honey, I did
But I gagged real bad

(something in my throat barred my
adoring address, was it grass?)

softly, swiftly, go.
if you care for me no more.
my beautiful broom.

a worm in his head,
coackroaches, beetles, flies too.
In Osama's head.

weak and sick sometimes
bouncing,giggling, kicking too
life goes on, thank you.

moxie is evil,
mox is not good, he can't count,
he ruins haiku

evil is evil,
good is good, you suck me off,
and I pray for you

evil is evil,
good is good, we bounce between,
our neighborhood

Your leathery hands
touch my skin, your crazy eyes,
and your reckless grin

keep yer pecker hard,
an yer powder dry, we all
have, a time to die

evil is evil,
good is good, in between is
our neighborhood

congratulations!
your haiku was sixteen thou!
the grand prize winner!

another haiku
follows another haiku
like night follows day

what is so funny
about peace, love and the rest?
is it the clothing?

i wish peace and love
to all earthly visitors,
along with goat dip

no more, no more pls.
too much evil in this world.
peace and love we need.

i adore you babe
my one dimpled darling carl
precious gift from above.

my pup is steffi
loves unconditionally
am surely lucky!

my teardrops in bed
i am so lonely see me.
did you ever see sweet bee?

pretty butterfly
come stay by my side today
come to me ...oh come.

Why is it that it's
your fault when people call you
a retard, and they're being assholes?

gibber jabber shit
drivel drivel drivel shit
more stupid drivel

totemo kuchai
anata no oheso
mazui uni

ronnin-san, genki?
nihongo hanashimasu
...is it poetry?

youse struts yer hour
on dis lousy stage, and why?
all to make a buck

punk with a keyboard
should you meet me in person
you would call me sir