Ah how I've missed you
as you write all your haikus
about your poopy

number of posts fade
It's how many times you say
shit shit shit shit shit

This you must accept
men are men, women are too
and poo is still poo

dead men can't buy things
consume excessive warm beer
or pee standing up

POOPY TIME HAS COME
under a new name, but yet
you are still the same

The waves of cold sweat
Too Long have we been away
Poopy time has come

they are Annoying
Not all men are annoying.
Some of them are dead

Radio is on
Beatles pour out the speakers
Why do we love them

well look whos come back
A guy call Saint, who likes to
write about his POO!

bow down to you -Ash
sixteen hundred fifty four
haikus you have wrote
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I bow at your feet
You are the Haiku God, that
I will try to beat
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know that I can't
write more Haikus than you have
its fun to try though

Very much bloated
Asked to go to Taco Bell
But I must decline.

sniffle and sneezes
is what I have got today
welcome to winter

life's a game really
suddenly the music stops
and we all fall down

my foot groans softly
as i place my weight on it
creaking like the stairs

within poetry
there can be rhyme and reason
but mostly it's crap

Inside the kitchen
Resting on red-tarnished wood
My bloody blender
---------------------
Plastic worn yellow
Blades kept knife-slash sharp
Honored death relic
---------------------
Now it roars to life
Grinding chewing flesh and bone
To smooth chunky pulp

I wish you all a
good nite, farwell and sleep tight
dont let bed bugs bite ;)

eleven pm
is almost the time right now
time for beddy bye

its five seven five
not six seven five, like the
one I just finished

So to get on this list
I must really start to write
babble on and on

Just read haiku stats
I have a long ways to go
till I make that list

butterflies flapping
their wings are so beautiful
I wish I was too

ninety isnt much
but I've had fun writing them
lets wright ninety more

seven- oh seven- oh one
the date of my first haiku
heres number ninety

have you ever thought
about what a dust mite does
while you are sleeping
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
where is he crawling
Does he crawl into your brain
what does he find there
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
if it was my head
he wouldnt find anything
my head is hallow

ANGELS float softly
around the world watching us
keeping us all safe

Angles float softly
around the world watching us,
keeping us all safe

lips and skin so dry
from cold wind blowing outside
and winters not here

If you stick it in,
I'll wiggle around. And then,
I'll squeal with delight.

gifts of love and grace
bestowed upon the readers
of horrible prose

what kind of a gift,
is still what I cant deciede,
to buy for haiku.

twenty two more days
till bad haiku turns age 6
did you get a gift

a poet I'm not
just random acts of babble,
is what mine are called

I dont think they're bad
unique is a better word
though mine are real bad

twenty two thousand
nine hundred nine horribly
bad written haikus

its so cold outside
good nite to sit by a fire
with a real hot guy

Some internet chich?
I cant even spell my name
SOME INTERNET CHICK

His name is Daniel
he has wonderful brown eyes
they just make me melt

Monday mice droppings
upon my desk but Stella's
the real messy one!

bottle-fed baby
a faecal vesuvius
erupts violently

pas de rime donc
des cours de francais alors
ne servirons pas

I am pathetic.
For even my bad haiku
is less cute than yours.

shouting up high
flying in the air
skinless, boneless
guess what it
whould be

Gina Gina bo-
bina banana fanna...
Ah fuck, it won't fit.

Some of these are not
Even the right syllables.
What the hell, people?

eating my sandwich
i realized i had to
write a damn paper.

"Superman, please help.
"Somebody stole that guy's purse!
"...that guy had a purse!?"

Prom night was way cool,
Until I broke my wooden leg.
Aaaargh! Back to the sea.

loved that crazy cyber porn
until I noticed my Uncle Sam
looking back, just plain creepy

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