That bimb should be bomb
I should check my spelling more
Foolish man I am

There once was a man called Saddam
And the west thought he was a mad man
He was not very nice
Treated the Kurds like lice
So we'll bimb him to Hell 'cause we can

Have we bombed you yet?
Iraqi free shadows weep.
We

Harvesting the laughs
He sends streams of invective
Very sad really

Open a portal
Streams emerge, some very good
Most pretty awful

Little boy blue come
Blow on your horn, the sheep
Need I continue?

"You have got no dance!"
"Look! Now!" Well I looked about
I found some blues guys

Who knew that a kiss
could lead to herpes and a
beautiful marriage.

If you have to think
too much about your haiku
you're doing it wrong.

Fool, haiku is all
about stream of consciousness
not rational thought.

Friday night weeping
I'm even bored by my
imaginary friends.

The sweet nostalgia
Of a good bondage flick takes
me back to childhood.

No money for whores
Make do with cocoa butter
wetnaps, blowup doll.

has the ash burnt out
hot coals, now dying embers
here's my garden hose.

Do you smell my wrath
Dropping lyrical feces
On lily white minds?

I am the greatest
Worst poet to grace this site
genuflect, ash.

haters criticize
lacking the artistic roar
they manage whispers.

Alone, so alone
How shall the night be passed?
With porn and tear drops.

it isn't a wonder "they" hate us -
should iraqis cry "liberate us!"
when we were the ones
who gave saddam guns?
our hubris is truly outrageous

Dammit! little gnome
Wake Up!...Billy charge up the
paddles to seven!

so bush went ahead and made war
although his excuses were poor
the weapon he found
is under the ground
a climate destructor, for sure

there once was a guy, name of scott
who posted joku here a lot
and a sonnet or two
when he sniffed some glue
but limericks, no he did not

STOP THE WAR, NOW!!
Pull out the soldiers b4 they day,
War is wrong, killing is bad...

soldiers need to give up and go..
let saddam be,
war is bad, dont kill

we need to get out of baghdad,
dubya is wrong...get us out,
war is bad

got to get cracking
i'm getting kart race fever
time to kick kart ass!!!

i call him my mook
he has the best pinchy cheeks
one more day to go!

what is up frank grimes?
i had to make fun of you
but i forgot why?!?!

Ridiculous noise
Sound of snoring from next room
Soft melody sneers

Technicality
Over engineered machines
Constantly breakdown

You cannot be blue
When you Haiku hot baked beans
I write what I see

There once was a man named Nippress
Who went around town in a dress
But when he felt blue
He would write haiku
And it looked like a terrible mess

if i could be Buk
i would be the happiest
haiku-er of all

God damn it, Jeremy...
when are you going to stop bitching
and write poetry?

Blue rabid sick filth
Sad sexually frustrated
Excreting garbage

Shimmering ink bleeds
Quill pen scrapes across parchment
Shakespeare

just realize that the
world was created with time
and seasons pass on

Holding on too tight
My dark gaze soars to the clouds
My thoughts and hopes spent

Succulent vision
Mouth watering Haut cosine
Hot baked beans on toast

United as one
Springs last harmonious dance
Wind blown red brown reeds

The last limerick
You

There once was a poet names Ash
Who wrote with some panache
His insight was good with his words
And others he could trash.But now he just writes mush. (Is this really getting us anywhere?)

i used to enjoy contribution
but now there's just haiku pollution
what used to be clever
it now seems may never
return to its past evolution

Meine Wurst mit senf und So

There once was a young boy called Rick
Who had a twenty-three inch dick
He would pull it out
And wave it about
Till someone hit it with a brick

i'll offer this last observation
regarding bulk haiku creation
those derailed trains of thought
would do well to abort
euthanasia deserves contemplation

a student has moved me to verse
on a site that was bad but now's worse
enough of this shit
just chill out for a bit
and instead of loquacious try terse

william's another offender
with quantity as his agenda
discrete contribution
would be a solution
instead : a perpetual bender

a wanker who writes as "frustrated"
is appallingly self over-rated
what he calls "extreme"
is the consciousness stream
from a dick that should be masturbated

mellie once wrote haiku daily
she turned out her poems gayly
but that was back when
grandma had a cock ( then)
some I'd beat with a shillelagh