Bung essence? smells bad
keep you fingers to yourself
and not in my bung
by Bung Daddy
The essence of bung
bad haiku? nonsense--fucking
snobs. Go sniff a butt
by Rascal
Black quenching beauty
Head - tantalizing cream taste
My love for Guinness
by Mikey to Paver and Mouse - Poo Haiku
Janis got fired
Bad Haiku may be dormant
New host must be found
by Janis
Praise to bung haiku
Contented is man who poos
in quick four-four time
by Paverotti
i need to sleep now
not even sure what i meant
by last piece of poo
by the poople's choice
lead dog's view changes
what motivates the others?
pure pursuit of bung
by lead dog
I need to sleep now
not even sure what I meant
by that last haiku
by mellie
in sweet silent thoughts
I sum up things of long passed
remembrances, ahhhh. (A la recherche du temps perdu: I just can't find it )
by mellie: from Bill's sonnet 30
Thanks to the few who
actually do haiku!
...rest of you? Poople!...
by MissEverything
Somehow those who follow
The Beast don't surprise me
I come close myself
by Moxie of ...hmm
falling down around
overflowing the limits
precipitously
by ash
pouring heavily
that omnipresent moisture
rattle my downpipes
by ash
love that dopamine
he de-stresses my distress
he calms my anger
by mellie
"Wanna Dickhard, Babe?"
Really?! Shouldn't that be spelt
"Richard"? I think not*
by MissEverything
"WHAT U SAY?!" I think
the good ol' U S of AY?
Getting Really Old!
by MissEverything
IDIOT! "No, my
ID has eaten already,
thank you very much!"
by MissEverything
early in the morn
a little drinkie winkie
gets the new day born
by Mouser
Protesting protest
Gun groups and pro death on tube
damn, God, flood this one more time
by Moxie of ain't that America...
smelly box, sad bung
selfrighteous ecomanic
Too stuff to poo
w. bush FLAMING ASS
but life is still selffulfilling,
STOP and enjoy poo
by Mikey
Bung is Beautiful
healthy Bung is happy Bung
Have a happy Bung
by Bung Daddy
it's bung or cut bait
bung: can't dance, too wet to plow
beats bung in your eye
by smellie
Cosmic bung, earth bung
cat trailing plastic bag bung
bung it was always
by Anonymous Poet
don't even think that
by mellie
has it all gone bung?
the whole shitty universe?
I din't think so.
by mellie
aboriginal
Jagara language firstly
now yakka is work
by mellie. for Matt re yakka
state of your bowls
state of mankind, the cosmos
together: happy bung
by Caifu dre pavre
there ain't any doubt
pollution is a dog's breath
yet a world remains
by ash
Thrive on hard yakka?
What the hell is hard yakka?
Can you eat this stuff?
Not worried at all.
Just wondering what you think
about this project.
Write me a haiku
Make certain it's really bad.
We communicate.
by Matt - FOR MELLIE of Bali
Jane% will return all
poems that anyone named
Jane has written...huh?
Just who is this jane%
and why is she sending back
this other janes poems?
by the average bad haikuist
adverbs modify
the adjectives qualify
grammar rules OK
by mellie : AGAIN!
Poo is business
so is trash landfills poo pipes
toilet paper too
by Margo
state of my bowels
is nobody's business
excepting mine own
by mellie
yank spank wank yee ha
yes i like it sam i am
beats mellie for sure
by Dr Ruth
Mellie aint the worst
that's gotta be my first
chill out, take a poo
by Paver
fox box lox near far
car house mouse louse plane train rain
no sam let me be
by seuss-san
Mellie goes for Mel
She is the greediest cunt
Living in a void
by self portrait
alarm clock, jolt up
shaking, sweating, oh thank god
colostomy nightmare
by happy bung
ya bloody drongo
wanking is not the real deal
ya fucking idiot
by mellie: boo hoo. blub blub
hey, don't be woeful
colostomy bag stinking
with shit from Pa's hip
by mellie
injustice system
criminal insanity
sick killing the sick
by mellie : FOR GEE DUBYA
old friends avert eyes
ignore odor, don't mention
colostomy bag
by woeful of bung
To Poo is to Be
Love is serendipitous
Poo is life's constant
by BORIS
Nantucket fellow
dick long many kisses, hmmm
ponder ear coitus
by Paddy Hirikawa
snow, maybe no snow.
weathermen have no idea
the tow trucks await
by beth of Kansas
oh mother, mother
your convulsions have wreaked woe
wrong-way birth canal
like a vain labor
lord, lord the mangled infants
weep for india
by sheena
thin brown broken limbs
like saplings in a typhoon
uprooted,blown down
by sheena
crushed beneath the earth
children like fallen atlas
too small to bear it
by sheena
Hark, my brown eyes see,
Rascal eating kitty do
Auh, Almond Rocha
by Margo
When I poo I smile
turd honking for right of way
colon blows, nice pile
by Ricard, not Paver
