To write a Haiku!
Ahh... to feel the wind blowing
Out of your own ass.

Undead dead for years
They head for the voting booths
All vote Democrat

Hollyweird Chi-coms
The Zionist Fifth Column
Godless Globalists

Hey you Wong Lofan:
Stop dreaming of woman's butt
and get back to work!

The whistle blow hard
Is a CIA jive pinko
Liar S.O.B.

Like John Brennan
The Bolshevik Islamic
A bull $hit artist.

The Mexican girl
Told me all her work troubles
Sank into her eyes.

Very bad of Wong
He was not listening good
dreaming of her butt.

I slit Haiku's throat
Then I bathed in her warm blood,
Adoring her corpse.

There is no Haiku,
No one to read the Haiku,
And there is no bride.

Ommmmmmm . . . A-ha !! Get it?
The mantra for your woman.
Your own Wide Woman.

She is the widest
And wildest in Omaha.
(Queen of the Kingdom.)

Your wide wife's the one.
Every sweaty inch of her.
I pay to see her.

My wife's a cam whore.
She's got a WIDE angle lens.
She'll get dressed for cash.

And well worth it too.
You don't want to see all that.
I wish I hadn't.

Oh Lordy, gran-pa
That there corn-pone is on fire!
Ah jest have to SHOUT!

OUT, ye vile vixen;
Homegrown harlot of the hills!
Hellfire in hotpants.

Why dear old Pastor:
Lil' old me would never tempt
Nobody. Wink, wink...

Why in tarnation
Should I lend you a damn thing?
Done drunk muh moonshine.

Howdy-do thar Clem.
Kin y'all lend me some corn-pone?
Hard times in the hills.

Interesting range:
Distant summit, wreathed in mist...
Kiss my ass, Poet.

Corn was in my poop
And the corn I pooped was popped
I popped out a poop

Y'all strait-up pussies.
I git me some STILTON, yo.
Fine Stilton. Feel me?

Blue Cheese In Da HOUSE!
Mutherfuckin' Roquefort, yo!
Man, I snort dat shit!

The Whistle Blower:
That's Eric Ciaramella!
Please censor his name.

E. Ciaramella:
That would be E for Eric
The Whistle Farter

Ghost in my asshole
That's moaning. Not flatulence.
Proof that ghosts are real

Why not wipe your ass
With fresh sliced Italian bread
Make a turd sandwich

Fromunda blue cheese
Dank musk of nut sack salute
Got it going on

Colt single action
Click, click, click click, that spells Colt.
Hawg leg .44!

Used to ride the range
Many tenderfoot fops there
They did not know shit

But they thought they did
Can't tell a damn Cow from Sheep
Useless bastards all.

Rope your Haiku pard
Or get your Mom to do it
and get off my range.

None of us have range?
What, within haiku verse form?
You can kiss my range.

None of you have range
Same themes and same ideas
Not interesting

Okinawa girl
Skilled in the downward dawg pose
your so very cute!

In yer yoga pants
a nose in the camels tent
prayer mat of flesh.

Okie yoga girl
wanted to drink beer with Wong
Wong did not go there

Another mistake
Flexible, sexy,- big boobs.
Wong so very wrong..

Poki-haunt-us- wants
To take- steal, old Wong Lofan's
Billions of dollars!

Cram it fake Injun!
You can't take my silver, gold!
To give to no loads!

I donated my
Billions to the NRA
Just to pi$$ you off!

Holiday cheese ball
A makeshift dildo of sorts
The cheese stands alone

Sharp tangy cheddar
Atop your tart apple pie
Then you get the shits

Your lines of Blue Cheese
get old and stinky quite fast.
Move on to Cheddar.

When she did the splits,
and then stood up off her mat,
a line of blue cheese.

Wow. Miss Yoga-mat
You really can flex yourself.
How do you do it?

She's way spiritual.
I love Mistress Yoga-mat.
She's yogamatic!

Hail to Master Wong
Fighting Kommies with Haiku
Let Reds eat these lines

Omar the hate girl-
Hates our country to the bone,
Not worth-- a Haiku.

AOC one more!
Beer please- in a drunken world
Idjots like you- 'lady'

Rule the DNC
Bat chit crazy leftist kids
Buy all your bull $hit.

Bernie Bolshevik!
Demented Commie geezer
Flapping arms around

Like you want to fly
Back to Khrushchev's Moscow
Second Honey Moon??

Beto! wat the hell!?
I thought you were gonna take
My squirrel rifle?

Have another joint
and ride your fooking skate board
to the barber shop.

Sudoku Haiku
Count one two three four five six
Seven eight and nine

Abu Bakr Al-
What's his face dies every year
Must be resilient

I have a huge cunt.
Of course it isn't my cunt.
I need an upgrade.

Ho Chi Minh, Nixon
Slow dancing in the moonlight
To Frank Sinatra

God the Father is Spirit, sperm is physical. Jesus is the offspring of King David through the patrilineal bloodline of his biological father Joseph: [2Tim 2;8] the greek word used for offspring here is spermatos. That's why he said "You just be born AGAIN" [John 3;6-7]. It is a spiritual birth.

The phrase "only begotten" as it occurs in greek is "monogene" which COULD mean "only begotten" if it did not conflict with scripture. David states in scripture that he had been begotten of God. [Ps 2;7]. Again, that was a spiritual birth. It is more likely that the word "mono" in that context was used to mean "one" or "single"

You're not His child, but you could be if you believe that Jesus Christ is the Messiah and repent from sin and the many abominations of your heart.

Holy sperm count low?
Did God only have one kid?
Aren't we his children?