Chickens in the coop
Peck peck peck peck peck peck Poop
Chickens in the coop

Chocolate mousse kaka
I'm not having any luck
Choking this shit down

The next time you feel some
Goblins leaving your anus
To write some haiku for you
Just... don't

A rosey-cheeked Schiff
On the lap of the Derp State
Like Howdy Doody

Talkin' bout that UNH !
Git all up on it, nome sain?
Git y'all some PUSSY.

Another night and
another day; an old-school
killer has to slay.

Another day and
another night, a new school
shooting brought to light

No more vulgar verse.
Consider yourself warned:
A haiku re-set.

Your lovely fat wife
is my Plan B backup muse.
She inspires my verse.

If you masturbate
to pictures of my fat wife,
watch the video!

November just spits,
Then pours cold Coca-Cola
Down my back. Lovely.

Awaiting My Fate
Blown Rectal Integrity
Pegged To Death Screaming

Sodomite listen:
the universe DOES revolve
around your highness.

Jamie lee Curtis
Probably smells like tuna
And diarrhea

Sodomite listen:
A stray breeze gently whispers
"Bleu cheese ain't that great"

You stand corrected.
The gentle art of Haiku
Finds disciples here.

Two fat ugly dudes
Watch each other masturbate
That is this website

Figpucker chew bleese.
Figpucker chew bleese some more.
Go, Figpucker, go !

This is amazing.
It's better than anything.
Have you tried it yet?

James Bond ate blue cheese.
The Fonz also ate blue cheese.
See what I'm saying?

Pterodactyl farts
Dank forboding clouds hang low
Grinning cloaca

Playing with your wang
Jerking it seventeen times
Jizzing syllables

Central Potty say:
revisionist running dogs
shall be neutered.

Starkitten gave up.
VHS is back on dope.
Wang and I shall rule!

Tremble before him!
Phillipenis of Haiku:
Dork Lard Figpucker.

Lofan is triggered
Get ready for angry spew
Nonsense talking points

Chi com's love Trump too
They have special name for him....
Orange Paper Tiger

Roger Stone guilty
Many more to follow soon
Draining the swamp eh?

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

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