Well, actually,
I think that she's a woman.
Never know these days.

You're completely whacked.
Because you've been whacking off.
Try the Thai massage.

I am a fuzzball.
You are a fuzzball. We are
Fuzzballs. With three breasts.

I identify
As a person whose ID
Is completely whacked.

Plead insanity
and you will surely get off.
I get off all day!

I'm needing a brrrrt.
I found one on the dark web.
Too many spyders.

Every single bomb
that's been released throughout time
makes one of my farts

After a long nap,
blowing out all those boogers
like a machine gun.

Feed us a fetus.
Charitable carpenter.
He's giving me wood.

Every single fart
that's been released throughout time
would make a fine bomb

Verily, oh Blob.
Squeejum Squee, swallow thyself!
Not one soul else will.

Pox upon thee, squire.
Methinks all manner of smack
Doth challenge my wit

oh go bite your thumb
at someone else, i have to
use mine to do fonz

Fie! Abort thyself!
Experienced Hoover cowgirl.
Vacuums and stirrups.

Surely, knave, you jest.
Yet, I shall unsheath my blade,
Lest you play the fool.

Assassination:
Assume donkey position...
Ascend. WHOOPS! (ass-end).

Just squeeze out one more.
Fresh, fragrant, dark and steaming:
Another haiku.

A six-armed idol:
Five for chapatis, curry,
One for the chutney.

Oh ye haiku gods,
Strengthen me this one last time,
To destroy temples.

Noticer, not you.
He/she/it/they "if you tell".
My, its farts do smell.

My life's at its end.
Praise be to Jesus for that.
Pain is getting old.

Somewhere over the
Rainbow trout I post something
Slippery and fishy.

There were no death threats
unless after we French kiss
you get a hairball

Do you suppose that
da Vinci's dead fetus will
dance with your dead son?

No, probably not.
I just love instant karma.
And avoid dogma.

You were aborted.
All of this is just a dream
In your fetal skull.

Oh, these silly bulls.
Male bovines in tutus.
Count them, prancing by.

Your empty death threats,
dog poop, and marijuana
give me a boner.

That would awesome.
Twenty-five years, then kaput.
Should be same for us.

repent, ye sinners
you syllable miscounters
for the end is nye!

only two more days
to post all your bad haiku
then this site comes down

She didn't do it
I pooped by the birdbath (wag)
i wrote that poem

Starkitten, you gotta quit pooping by the bird bath. They don't want to come around any more. Have some mercy on our avian brothers. Besides, if there are no birds, how can you catch and eat them? Go back to your litter box next time.

Entertain us, entered anus.
Sparrow King, Catatafish.
Lemmiwinks or Lemmy winks.

I calculated it
There aren't enough hours in the day
to smoke all this weed

the last haiku was written by a dirty dog

He who dies in debt
only lost others' asses,
but still has his own.

shit by the birdbath
my nose held high in the air
my tail is lowered

Assess your losses:
your assets in arrears. How
you've fallen behind.

You should take a break.
Go and Seymour Butts; I did.
Thailand is awesome.

I'll kill you then tell.
Dance on your fat rotten corpse.
Drug baby insists.

You are a liar!
My cat had killed the rabbit.
Brought it as a gift.

If you ever tell
I will kill you like I killed
That bunny rabbit.

The more people killed,
the more a hero you are.
Animals' revenge.

It's so refreshing.
This game is almost over.
How hateful it's been.

Go out with a bang.
Timothy McVeigh should have.
What would Timmy do?

i need to go pee
bladder's about to explode
but first, this haiku

That's impossible.
Neither the pilgrims nor the
Indians were good.

The pilgrims were good.
Squanto had been to Europe.
Don't believe the hype.

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Described the process for you.
Go do your research.

we have just three days
before this turns twenty-five
prepare to party