Poison for dollars
Thanks you so much Monsanto
You evil bastards

The faster we post
more haiku, the faster the
song's off the home page.

Oh well, at least it's
not rhino porn by sunset.
Gotta luv YouTube.

I would be hot if...
You were a rhinoceros;
You would be horny.

Rhinoceros love?
how hot could that really be,
with the sun setting?

Canadian man.
Canadian Viagra.
Resulting phallus.

beneficiary
plenipotentiary
hippopotamus

Sorry but,
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But there must be good!
Like hot rhinoceros love,
in the setting sun.

There is no evil.
There are only predators
and their whining prey.

May commie zombies
Rip you up and eat your brains.
And you'll be one too!

goofed up last haiku
it was supposed to say this:
"dawson will kill you"

goddamn communists
why dont you die already
dawson kill you

To have an orgy,
You need to have more than one.
This is a bate fest!

Original geek:
Man who bites heads off chickens.
Could that be you then?

"It takes a tough man
To make a tender chicken."
--Frank Parsons Perdue

Mankind will never be truly free until the last box of Twinkies is eaten by the last cockroach.

There was an error
in my previous haiku.
See what eel-hate does?

It's a shame, really,
What could have been. But eel
hatred ends us all.

He says he's evil
But he's really just an ell
Death to the wierdo

What a jerk sir Death
Derivatives don't fit
y u do dis suck

You are all shit You like the Derivative So you should "shut up"
*shut up comes from K.A.B.

Don't need your story
Obvious stink coming from you
Need some nose plugs, hah

u pretentious bish
man u dun kno mah story
head back to yer hole

I know all there is
You cant even comprehend
All the stinx u r

hey y u do dis
dawson hurting my feelings
i hope u get rekt

Ugly truck on fire
Famous Russian Communist
John Madden's bad gas

farting in public
another large ceiling fan
refrigerator

She's pretty website.
Boys having their way with her.
Making fart poems.

There was a rich old man from Nantucket
who quite loudly one day kicked the bucket.
He died while he was screaming in bed
as a pretty young nurse gave him...
his dinner.
And if you can die like that you're a winner.

If you spend your time
just to think of words that rhyme,
then you are butt slime.

Yet tis not a crime
to drink tequila with lime
and it's soooo sublime.

You can't climb a dime
with a mime covered in grime.
Newt Gingrich fucks goats.

My worst haiku yet!
Pretentious and self absorbed.
Asteroid monkey

I've got time to rhyme
or I could talk to a mime
about things sublime

You know, a haiku
doesn't really have to rhyme.
You're wasting your time.

Ebola cola.
Hemorrhage that refreshes!
You should read Transmet.

Yes it is high art.
I'm kind of messed up you know.
Burp and say "Hello".

Farted and arted,
for the dearly departed.
We got Wallmarted

A Tri-Delta smelt a fart
from my ass, wholly disgusted
and perturbed by the disturbed
misbehavior of my super-intelligent
sphincter that stinked her
out of the room with a sonic BOOM!!!
... or two... or three... or FOUR!!!
She slammed the damned door
like the plastic whore she is.
My, but my butt has its very own
mind where you step, please;
you snooze, you'll lose your shoes in the ooze. SPLAT!!!!
She shouldn't have drank all that booze.

Free turd pan bemused
has an apron for squealing
grand man-bee burned black

the word can be used
as a weapon or healing
and can be turned back

Now that is high art!
Art made when you get real high.
Fart and say good bye.

Penny and Jenny,
ate way too many bennies
with uncle Henny.

They all got real sick.
Aunt Pearl got a doctor quick.
More drugs did the trick.

They stopped turning blue.
Henny took a real big poo,
He turned into stew.

Who is this "Jenny"?
I don't know any Jenny.
Who the hell are you?

No, no, no, Jenny.
That bad poem was FOR you.
It's NOT about you.

In fact you're awesome.
I'd pay to f*** your shadow.
So how about it?

I'd have hurt feelings
If I felt at all for you
But I don't, thank god

Keep writing poems
That say how much you hate me
I know otherwise

You are less than shit.
Shit makes good fertilizer.
You are just worthless.

You're shit on my shoe
If I could just scrape you off
I'd be happier

Just letting you know
that I did something today.
I'm really happy.

Syllables! I run
out of syllables. Really,
though, why is it so

Whenever I try
to write a haiku, I end
up running out of

That's Paula Nancy
Millstone Jennings, and you will
never be as horrid.

Move to Hawaii.
Then jump in a volcano.
You'll be cold no more.

I hate the winter.
I hate the winter so much.
Still hate the winter.

we have free will to
post here or not and i keep
that option open