The Mallards migrate
Releasing their dung in flight
Everybody duck
by Looking up of Shitty Situation
If God didn't want
us to talk about our shit
We'd just have assholes
by Noticer of Details of Under old willow
Unavoidable
All the poems on this site
are written by GOD
by Noticer of Details of Haiku Central
let's bidet farewell
scatological reviews
are boring as shit
by ash
Mega Tootsie Roll
Just in time for Halloween
And there's corn in it
by Advertisement of Paid Advertisement
Fling it: Darth's poo's large.
I want Darth inside of me.
Go! Poo Humongous!
by Gonna have to chop this one into pieces to get it to flush.
Sing it: Darth in charge
I want Darth in charge of me
Go, Darth Whorrendous!
by What's left of me of You can have it
This is what I do.
When I poo, I poo haiku.
Then throw it at you.
And I do this too,
when writing haiku, it's poo!
Hits the fan and flew.
In lieu of the loo,
under the outhouse will do.
Please enjoy the view.
I've often fantasized about having an outhouse with captive enemies chained under the toilet so I could poo on them and read poetry at them simultaneously.
Oprah, Jerry Springer, Britney Spears, Roseanne, Courtney Love, Hulk Hogan, Bruce Lee's promoter, and every politician on the planet... and some policemen, judges, and criminals as well.
When I get to hell, I know that I will be given a job reading my poetry to sinners. So you better behave yourselves!
by Demon Cleaner Bad Poetry and Fecal Spray Gun Service
Walter Wallace: thug.
Got himself ventilated
lunging with a knife.
by Thug Lives Do Not Matter
Darth be like: "Bathroom".
Bad Haiku all: "Not dat, yo".
Darth say: "Oh yes y'all."
by Discrete Pleasure of Ebonics
Forced monkey labor
We don't want to pick
Fucking coconuts
by Poop Flinger of At Large
What's the condition
of your condition down there?
Must have been a strain.
by Gallant Knight in search of El Dorado of Where the sun don't shine
It happened just now.
I laid a huge golden egg.
Goldschlager clogger.
The toilet won't flush
this oversized ore nugget.
Think I'll melt it down.
by Willy Wanka
Haiku poets like
"My wet ass shit" on pussy.
Candy-ass "itch twat".
by Wipe front to back, ladies. of Keep it sanitary.
Cardi B. be like:
"My wet-ass pussy" and shit
Candace like: "Bitch, whut?"
by Highlights of the Dialog between Two Representatives of their Respective Communities
Hasn't happened yet
But each day I check to see
If I laid an egg
by Mrs. Al Bumen of Here and there
Sea cucumber squirt.
Cool defense mechanism.
Sponge Bob's Silly-String.
Do you think Sponge Bob
ever got it on with Pearl?
Don't tell Mr. Crabs.
by Whale of a Tail. of In a pineapple under the sea.
Not sure I like that.
In hell they pay you for spooge.
There's a huge cum lake.
Every bit helps out.
You know you've done your fair share.
Lent a helping hand.
by Damned and Doomed of Chuck Palahaniuk
I guess you could say
he blew his whole wad right then
Final expenses
by Noticer of Details of Looking on
Pennies from Heaven
Darth said, " Hey God, keep the change"
and jerked off some more
by Penny of Heaven
How do you pay up?
Do they bury you with a
billfold full of cash?
by Gent of Feeding the geese
Do they charge each time?
Or maybe by the sperm cell?
Per spasm or gram?
Cue Monty Python's
Every Sperm is Sacred.
Watch it on YouTube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzVHjg3AqIQ
by Darth Dead Parrot of He's not dead!
At the end of life
You get an invoice for all
the times you jerked off
by Mathematician of Very long division
Zombie circle jerk.
It's the best smell in the world.
Firm soggy biscuits.
Hors d'oeuvres de la mort.
Gordon Ramsay's a zombie!
And fully erect!
by I don't mean walking upright.
Philadelphia:
That is a real zombie-fest.
The dead are shopping.
by Anonymous Poet of Po-leese Ventilated Someone
When a zombie cums
Do you think they just explode?
Aren't they all gummed up?
by Malodorous O'Rearend of Undisclosed cranberry bog (Ireland)
Television drool.
It's not like it was murder.
They're dead already.
by Zombies are slow b/c they are stiff. of har har har.
Cums as no surprise.
Inside a secret toy prize.
Now, dead grandpop, rise.
The good thing about
dead families is now you
can change the channel.
Want some Doritos?
Oh, wait, never mind -- you're dead!
I'll take that beer, thanks.
by Zombies with Boners of Ask your local moritician.
October surprise
Pumping the kin full of lead
Legit police tape
by I. Readit of In the newspaper
If you have no "eggs",
you have absentee balot.
Lame duck abortion.
Vinegar and salt.
Donald Trump's Cheetos brand douche.
Day-glo tongue in cheek.
The best douch - so fresh.
Not like the other douches.
They're all just fake cheese!
Back-alley surgeon.
Communist planned parenthood.
Coat wire soul kebab.
by Give me that creamy white brie! of Keep your powdered cheddar.
I am not voting.
Why when others will for me?
They're educated.
by Electoral college keg party. of Don't forget "roofies", condoms, & lame duck tape. Balot!
Piss thong lacks penis
Gynecological feet
if fists are too small
by Jack hammer fire hydrant of And still not enough
I smell pork 'round here.
Shave it and burn off its hair.
You look better bald.
by Pork cracklin' butterfly tattoo of Sow stamp
This thing cracks peanuts
Gynecological feat
It spits them out too
by Observer of Peelers of Canada
"interior defecator" and the bear scat cracked me up... Genius!
by DW
Horrendous Figpuck
writes verse that truly does suck.
When he flings it, duck.
by Flinging of Excremental Haiku
Lost my taste for pork.
Swine are hideous and gross.
Worse than my haiku.
But, you know, it's tough.
Shedding the "Figpucker" name.
The thought makes me barf.
Two-legged porcine
wastes of oxygen and time...
And they like "Tik-Tok"!
Stay away from pigs.
Roast only with flame throwers.
The Nippers knew this.
by DW
Some of you poets
seem to be constipated
Drop a stew of rhyme
by Regular Haiku Poet of Under old willow
Sure would like to know
Darth's astrological sign
It could explain things
by Kitten of Starz
Yes, Darth Figpucker
Human Calculator, Scribe
Easy on the eyes
by U. Betterbelieveit of Under old willow
Heard some nut named "Darth"
Spews bad haiku around here.
Anything to this?
by Oink of Heehaw
Dairy Trivia
Marlon Brando's shopping list
Don't forget butter!
by Last Haiku of Paris
This grizzly bear scat
has beautiful red berries
Christmas centerpiece
by Interior Defecator of Alaska
Reaching down your pants
BIG HARD absentee ballot
Won't get lost in mail
by Dump Trump of Lame duck fetus
I'm always coming.
Reach down my pants for balot.
Save some for grandma.
by dw
From the Philippines
Uninvited dinner guest
Says he writes poems
by Ida Bakedacake of If I knew you was coming
Say, your pubic hair
is a steel wool scouring pad
Clean this pan, will ya?
by Demanding of Couch
Did you call my name?
Dug myself up from the grave
Give me some sugar
by Wilfred Brimley of Your Porch
Injecting Reese's
insulin cocktail mixture
disease cure party.
Strip club trick or treat.
Pin the cock on the donkey.
Lollipop twat show.
We're all wondering
how many licks does it take.
Oh shit, I lost count.
Mister owl, how many doses does it take to get to the center of the universe. Let's find out... one... two... three... Three.
by DW
The real Tootsie Roll
When trick or treaters show up
Just throw shit at them
by Brown Torpedoes of Incoming