Figpucker chew bleese.
Figpucker chew bleese some more.
Go, Figpucker, go !
by Les Très Riches Heures du D.F.
This is amazing.
It's better than anything.
Have you tried it yet?
by Blue cheese on pretzel sticks.
James Bond ate blue cheese.
The Fonz also ate blue cheese.
See what I'm saying?
by df
Pterodactyl farts
Dank forboding clouds hang low
Grinning cloaca
by Schlongosaurus of Jurrasic prick
Playing with your wang
Jerking it seventeen times
Jizzing syllables
by Noticer of Details of Undisclosed
Central Potty say:
revisionist running dogs
shall be neutered.
by Chairman Mouse of Mouse Trap
Starkitten gave up.
VHS is back on dope.
Wang and I shall rule!
by Haiku is a Competitive Sport for Alpha Males Who Dominate Their Inferiors and Surpass all Objectives
Tremble before him!
Phillipenis of Haiku:
Dork Lard Figpucker.
by He Speaks Tagalog Too
Lofan is triggered
Get ready for angry spew
Nonsense talking points
by Jesus is lard
Chi com's love Trump too
They have special name for him....
Orange Paper Tiger
by Jesus is lard
Roger Stone guilty
Many more to follow soon
Draining the swamp eh?
by Jesus is lard
To write a Haiku!
Ahh... to feel the wind blowing
Out of your own ass.
by Out of Gas
Undead dead for years
They head for the voting booths
All vote Democrat
by Voter Fraud
Hollyweird Chi-coms
The Zionist Fifth Column
Godless Globalists
by Get Me Another Beer
Hey you Wong Lofan:
Stop dreaming of woman's butt
and get back to work!
by Central Party of Surveillance
The whistle blow hard
Is a CIA jive pinko
Liar S.O.B.
Like John Brennan
The Bolshevik Islamic
A bull $hit artist.
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
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.
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
I slit Haiku's throat
Then I bathed in her warm blood,
Adoring her corpse.
by Miss Conception of Misogyny, Nebraska U.S.A.
There is no Haiku,
No one to read the Haiku,
And there is no bride.
by Blue Cheese is Red of Unread
Ommmmmmm . . . A-ha !! Get it?
The mantra for your woman.
Your own Wide Woman.
by Blue Cheese of Undressing
She is the widest
And wildest in Omaha.
(Queen of the Kingdom.)
by Your Blushing Bride Bride, that is. Thanks for keeping her in that Burqa
Your wide wife's the one.
Every sweaty inch of her.
I pay to see her.
by Only in Haiku, and clothed, of course.
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.
by Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom of Free Range Blue Cheese
Oh Lordy, gran-pa
That there corn-pone is on fire!
Ah jest have to SHOUT!
by Revival Church in the Dell of The Holler
OUT, ye vile vixen;
Homegrown harlot of the hills!
Hellfire in hotpants.
by ACT II of Tennessee Tragedy 1941
Why dear old Pastor:
Lil' old me would never tempt
Nobody. Wink, wink...
by Hillbilly Temptress of Lil Abner
Why in tarnation
Should I lend you a damn thing?
Done drunk muh moonshine.
by Second Hillbilly of Smoky Mountain Tragedy
Howdy-do thar Clem.
Kin y'all lend me some corn-pone?
Hard times in the hills.
by Uncle Ferguson of Jest a-Sittin on Muh Old Cabin Porch
Interesting range:
Distant summit, wreathed in mist...
Kiss my ass, Poet.
by Poetry of Tranquility
Corn was in my poop
And the corn I pooped was popped
I popped out a poop
by Fart Knower of Gas Blower
Y'all strait-up pussies.
I git me some STILTON, yo.
Fine Stilton. Feel me?
by High-end Vinter of Oenology
Blue Cheese In Da HOUSE!
Mutherfuckin' Roquefort, yo!
Man, I snort dat shit!
by Darth Putain de Truie
The Whistle Blower:
That's Eric Ciaramella!
Please censor his name.
by Eric's Ukrainian Mother of Greater Russia
E. Ciaramella:
That would be E for Eric
The Whistle Farter
by No Pain, No Ukraine
Ghost in my asshole
That's moaning. Not flatulence.
Proof that ghosts are real
by Walkin Funny of The usual haunts
Why not wipe your ass
With fresh sliced Italian bread
Make a turd sandwich
by Rachael Fellatio Ray of TV
Fromunda blue cheese
Dank musk of nut sack salute
Got it going on
by All that of Jizz factory
Colt single action
Click, click, click click, that spells Colt.
Hawg leg .44!
by Pike Bishop of Starbuck Tx.
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.
by Pike Bishop of Starbuck Tx.
None of us have range?
What, within haiku verse form?
You can kiss my range.
by I know you are really Darth anyway
None of you have range
Same themes and same ideas
Not interesting
by Anonymous Poet
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.
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
Okie yoga girl
wanted to drink beer with Wong
Wong did not go there
Another mistake
Flexible, sexy,- big boobs.
Wong so very wrong..
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
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!
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
Holiday cheese ball
A makeshift dildo of sorts
The cheese stands alone
by Microbial action of Follow the moans
Sharp tangy cheddar
Atop your tart apple pie
Then you get the shits
by Home Cooking of Home
Your lines of Blue Cheese
get old and stinky quite fast.
Move on to Cheddar.
by Biodegradation of Fromage
When she did the splits,
and then stood up off her mat,
a line of blue cheese.
by Anonymous Poet
Wow. Miss Yoga-mat
You really can flex yourself.
How do you do it?
by Iyengar of Patnajali
She's way spiritual.
I love Mistress Yoga-mat.
She's yogamatic!
by Patnajali of Pajamarama
