Make your own Mr.
Potato Fart!!
This is Sweeeeeet!

i stink of fish

i stink of fish

I smell like swiss cheese
and tuna

poo poo
prodigious effort
shmeffort
i write a lot of haiku
and sometimes i do
poo pooo
doo doo

i write just a few
it's always fun reading ash
way better than trash

prodigious effort
i write a lot of haiku
and sometimes i do

i am so confused
i'm not myself anymore
but who is these days

wash out my foul mouth
i never meant to say that
oh wait, i didn't.....

so g'night john boy
america rules supreme
excluding iraq

ignorant yankee
tie me kangaroo down sport
stone the fucking crows

I am a British Cunt.
I am the foul stench
of the earth....a limey
you could say. I am
Ash! I stink and have
bad dental hygiene as
do all brits. Thank you,
and good night.

like late ass fucking
there are too
many anuses
raped by ash
of poor quality

behold the sad ash
imaginary powers
having a bad spell
of the gayness

behold the sad troll
imaginary powers
having a bad spell

like late night t.v.
there are too many repeats
of poor quality

the stink finger
having poked what it must becomes arthritic
from excess
masturbation

the moving finger
having written what it must
becomes arthritic
from being stuck up
some old bum's ass

the moving finger
having written what it must
becomes arthritic

and now that we know
from this haiku and forward
you cease to exist

this isn't anger
pulling your wang is not sex
see your therapist

Respect The Viet Cong
In times of war,
you must learn to respect,
your captors.

The Viet Cong,
tortured all of the
prisoners,
REAL GOOD LIKE!

For that, my friend..
we must show them the utmost
respect because they showed,
much character and honor
with these selfless
acts.

A grotto returns.
Played, white nuns catch operas.
Tall, hard triumphs play.

get with the picture
responding in your lame way
you have obeyed me

Burning, fair lakes wake.
Cities diminish the knights.
Bad happiness plays.

at this point i'll ask
where have all the artists gone ?
long long time ago

i used to write a bit
but you've loosened my sphincter
and now i'm flowing

it's worse than you fear
my haiku diarrhoea
is now a career

oh give us a sign
you haven't written a line
you're making ash pine

YOU MIGHT THINK IT'S ME
BUT YOU'D BE COMPLETELY WRONG
I DON'T THINK IT'S ME

i've been far too long
thinking about your haiku
you're so exciting

spark up my flintstone
oh zabadabadooey
my rocks are ready

where art thou, our prince ?
we crave capital delights
from the haiku god

this site is silly
and they keep adding more on
and then some moron

I DON'T WANT HAIKU
I WANT TO WRITE COMPLETE CRAP
I NEED THERAPY

this wasn't by me
i am not responsible
nor for the others

all hail the master
zabadooey the new god
the world is perfect

new name for the site
it's zabadooey haiku
he's famous at last

(p.s. if you can't think of anything,
copy any of the other haiku,
he really likes that technique)

i want hot action
let's use this site for traction
faecal impaction

not to say you're loose
the pacific rim looks small
compared to your hole

it's a religion
we worship at your big feet
and midline structures

you need a promo ?
contact the major-domo
tell her you're homo

you're so very droll
you can fill my heart and soul
and my fartin' hole

he is just so gay
though he's far too shy to say
he likes it that way

yo ! the zab-meister
even if words may fail you
i can fill your mouth

zabadooey sucks
but i can't gain his favours
though i fantasize

in my excitement
you and i were together
the way you want it

don't deny your heart
sweet mem'ries when we're apart
'specially when youi fart

don't be shy big guy
you'd love to give it a try
i bet you'd get bi

blah, blah....pbbbbbttt!
(neat, huh?)