I recall those days:
Strong patriotic families...
Figpucker knows best!
by Darth of Crew-cut Cold Warrior
I might consider
stopping haiku if I could
get a Super Skrunch.
by Darth Figpucker
Voices in my head
have gone on strike demanding
I give up haiku.
by Fuck 'em. of I am the evil one, they try to make me stop.
I found the info.
It's "Super Skrunch" and "Oompas".
You remember, right?
by I'd trade my dad's Playboys for one of those!
A Golden Ticket
Looks like we both found one, Darth
See you on the tour
by Starkitten
Remember the old
Willy Wonka chocolates
from 40 years back.
by They were pretty damn good. of Can't find them now.
The poems found here
The handiwork of Satan
Keep up the good work!
by Long Haul Trucker of Jug Pissing
Voices in his head
dictating each syllable
He tossed out his meds
by Escaped Patient of Backless examining gown
Frank Sterb, paisano.
Usted baila merengue
Como un robot.
by Mangú of CIBAO
He pulls out Werther's
Farts escape his tired butt cheeks
Each fart a haiku
by Noticer of Details
Yes, old man; correct.
Everything is all broken.
And keeps getting worse.
by Blame God and Blotzman. of 2nd Law of Thermodynamics.
Not funny no more
Reality is the joke
Broken, not woken
by Vhs
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by FrankSterb of Dominican Republic
Gust of wind whispers
What would you like for breakfast?
I'll blow dry your balls
by Farts of packed in concentrated mackerel juice
Capitalist dogs!
America will soon fall!
Starbucks Coffee too!
You ask which country??!!
The United States, of course!
I don't mean Brazil!
Look, you idiot.
I know America is BIG.
North and South, yeah so.
Jesus, get a life.
Can't I even post Commie
Propaganda here?!
by The Marxist Brothers
Don't get worked up, Darth
There is no real ex wives club.
We'd still have at you
by Darth is Love of Old Willow Nature Cult
did you notice that
my non-existent undies
are impervious
indestructible
magnetoluminescent
odoriferous
by And many other great words. of I have the best words. Amazing words. Fantastic words. You won't find better words.
Go back and read the
Nineteen-ninety-seven posts.
Guess which ones are mine.
by You filthy slut biscuit of 90% pork gravy.
Will Janis help her?
The IP address log book.
I don't fucking care.
by I may be a pervert, but of course all child molesters should die! Depopulate the planet starting with them.
I am offended.
All this SPAM could feed millions.
If it were real SPAM.
by I think Janis gave up. of My ex is busy collecting all the poems I post on here to use in divorce court, the stupid psycho slut.
When a whore asks me
"What would you like for breakfast?"
That's a good feeling.
by Eggs over easy, toast, and coffee. of Anywhere that chickens lay eggs.
Penis tuxedoes
Why you dashing, dapper dinks!
Pardon, they're penquins
by Jerker of Turtles
The red popsicle:
A hammer and popsicle
Frozen commie treat
by Leon Lenin of ARKANGELSK
The popsicle's gone
Victims of power outage
Those little poets!
by Hurry up, Darth of Crank out some more
I want in on that
Octopus Hug-a-thon
Ladies get Free Drinks
by Noticer of Seashells of Dlver Down
I just figured out
I was writing here way back
in ninety-seven.
by Jesus, I'm old.
I to you will remember it! I will pay off with you!
by Scottylox of Kyrgyzstan
You commit an error. I can defend the position. Write to me in PM, we will talk.
by Kevinarcaw of Turkey
Vasectomy, yes.
I have a sperm popsicle
to repopulate.
Just imagine it.
A billion new Figpuckers
after World War III.
If you don't eat it,
high one night after Netflix.
Frozen protein treat.
by Lord Figpucker of Sith happens.
You told me you did
a self vasectomy, Darth
I just see a dick
by Figpucker Ex Wives Club of All his exes give him hexes
I bought your children
Turns out they are sea monkeys
Radioactive
by Noticer of Fukushima Fuckers
I sold my children.
Now I live under a bridge.
Huffing paint thinner.
It's a better life.
But now I have no excuse
to play at playgrounds.
What was I thinking?
This world's full of dirty whores.
I'll just make some more.
by Planned Parenthood. of In The Rear.
Try Ben & Jerry's
"Cherry Garcia" ice cream
after opium.
It's like finding God.
First you have to fight dragons.
Then raped by Care Bears.
by Rainbow marshmallow cream.
Bob Dylan will burn!
So will Jerry Garcia.
Goddamn drug culture.
by Old school fuddy duddy fusspot conservative.
So was Dylan saved?
Or another crypto-Jew...
It makes you wonder.
by Robbie Zimmerman of DULUTH
"Clusters of black holes"
pops up in my Google feed.
Relevant to me?
by Oh, yeah, I get it now.
Noticer is quite
the prophalactic poet.
Sterile, large volume.
by And covers everything.
That means real haiku.
Boner pill and sex chat spam,
that stuff doesn't count.
by So, about 65K haiku now of 935000 haiku to go. Noticer can do that in a week.
I cannot decide.
Quantity or quality.
Poop pee fart boogers.
by We have to get it up to 1M haiku of before Janis pulls the plug.
The matchless message, is interesting to me :)
by CarlosFub of Switzerland
aye bonnie covid
here we are back in loch doon
and it's groundhog day
by ash
Darnell Figpucker
seated at his abacus
A load in his pants
by Do I have to go to school, mom? of Math Class stinx
Sorry for taking
Your wallet and credit cards
after you passed out
by Don't even think of calling the police
My apologies
Sorry about all of this
I beg your pardon
by Paula G.
Now all is clear, many thanks for the information.
by DarnellVIamp of Sri Lanka
I drive trucks long haul
Naturally, I piss in jugs
They dot the highways
by Amber Waves of Piss
Beauregard the dog
sniffing the Hee Haw Honeys
Hmmm. . fart or hump legs?
by Decider of Decisions
Laboratory
Working on miracle drink
Everlasting hard ons!
by Scientist of Science
All of y'all crackers.
Bunch of stoned wheat thins with cheese.
You dumb-ass hors-d'oeuvres.
by Duc de Berry of Tres Riches Heures
Goddamn you racists.
Who you callin' a cracker?!
I'm a sweet cookie!
I'll write Nabisco.
Get them to change that rude word.
Cookies, not "crackers".
by The easily broken giraffe.
