Darth died a while back.
Do you know where he's buried?
He used to post here...
by Executor of Figpucker's Estate
One of Darth’s cheese farts
Clear your nasal passages
Can you taste it now?
by Dr. Limburger of Philippines
I just had Covid.
It wasn't bad, but taste buds
Are not functioning.
by Even Coffee and Beer Have No Taste
Every time I pee
Near Darth experiences
Then I wake up wet
by Anonymous Poet
Twenty twenty-three:
Near Death Experiences,
Party tricks, and beer.
by Noticer of Beer
Off to a great start
Grand republican shit show
What did you expect?
by The ghost of John McCain
Chatbots can now guide
Toward a world without conflict:
Disinformation.
by Global Pabulum of Nanny Superstate
croak croak croak croak croak
ribbit ribbit ribbit croak
croak croak Cloaca!
by Noticer of Details
holy shit batman
quarter of a century
basho would be proud
by ash of what is the sound of one frog crapping?
I see posts from those
Places I did not recall
Hey there's trinidad
by Mox
A haiku a day
Won't keep the doctor away
Still... write anyway
by Anonymous Poet
The slow stream of verse
Unpopular is the way
Obscurity wins
by Janis of Happy New Year my friends!
My gift this new year
Is something I know you want
Tom Bosley's penis
by You're welcome
twenty twenty three
happy new year lolita
you're only young once
by ash of of older for a long time
New year up to you
To be happy, we write on
The walls here we go
by Mox
another year gone
just one day closer to death
party while you can
by ash of dust to dust
Just understand this:
Cheese is not the enemy
Punctuation is
by Velvety smooth fondue
possessive pronouns
have major control issues
making you their bitch
by ash of them / they
enough of your spam
lolita girls can blow me
metaphorically
by ash of suck that, princess
defenestration ?
best to not fall out with vlad
high up oligarchs
by ash of a new operating system for the lapsed privileged
a.i. is clever
more so than most people know
or might think about
by ash
The problem with you
Satanic fucks is no real
Source material...warts
by Vhs
Thank you, sir. Thanks for
Wokesplaining all things to me.
Now I see the light.
by Guilty White Lib of Itz MY Fault
Folita Girls: luck.
The Netherlands Antilles
Don't have much of that...
by Natalee H. of Missing
Back in the eighties
There was a game called Simon
Now it’s Garfunkle
by Sound of Syllables (Hello dog mess my old friend. Looks like I stepped in you again)
Hello. Thank you how
are you. Go to my website.
You like animals.
by Can't You Even Count? of Intificial Artelligence
My best Christmas day:
Smoked my pipe. Drank IPAs,
Cleaned up the garage.
by Star of The Magi
Flattened, dead wallet
Autopsy revealed old condom
Also, this haiku
by In the way of Train
Goal of Smile: reduce
Many tokens to just one.
Send to dead wallet.
by Your Boring Screed Haikuized for You of AI Angered By AI
There was a young Belle
of Old Natchez, famous for
having two snatches
She said “Take your pick”
So, Darth
inserted his dick
(All his hair fell out in patches)
by House of ill Repute
Solomon was dumb.
His wisdom was a false hope.
Ecclesiastes.
by Go Read It, You Fool of 666
There was a young belle
Of Old Natchez, whose clothing
Always in patches.
by She Itches of She Scratches
Limericks are better
Short and sweet, they make me laugh
Haikus can suck it
by Janis of ChatGPT "Write a parody haiku"
She are a fatface.
She sure am talking trash, y'all.
But she have tenure.
by White Folx R da BOMB of Un Huh
To shit: shitted, shat...
The tenses are limited
As regards haiku...
by Wm. Shatner of Darth Fig-something
Here’s one more! He shat.
Rinsing off with the bidet…
Another haiku
by Poet of Latrine
“uno mas”, he spat
picking himself off the mat
eyes pierce through raised gloves
by vince
Yesiree Bob! (burp)
It must have been the seltzer
that it was drinking.
by Done Drunk Itself Dry of Lost Continent
SOME Cavendish. Damn.
Missed a syllababobble.
Harder than it seems...
by The Lost Syllable of Atlantis
Got me a corncob.
Packed it with Cavendish.
Smoking like Heaven!
by Prepare for Darth's Response full of Disgusting Ass Ociations
Balenciaga
Hooked up with Lady Gaga
(that Baba Yaga)
by Baby in Bondage Gear of SHocKthe BouRgeOisie
Cathedral ceiling
I see Ceiling Cat up there
And He’s watching you
by All Seeing Eye of Doofus
cathedral ceiling
sheltering us from the bombs
will thy be our tomb?
by vince
Zhey/Zhem/Zhusicles.
No more Mom and Popsicles...
Bomb-pops now outlawed.
by Ice-assicles of Trans Nanny State
Buttocks stalactites
You cant ride your bicycle
with ass icicles
by Spike
Darth Caveman, poet
Tending my aging blue cheese
Twat waffle storage
by Caveman & Maths Whiz of Cave
Haiku defeats tech.
Haiku prevails, in the end.
Haiku in the cave.
by Troglodyte of Future Nostalgia
That drunk waiter: dead.
Fresh on the table: his head.
Head waiter: "They're fed !"
by Waitress of Leave a Big Tip and Exit Quickly
That dinner party
At the head of the table
Our old friend, Grimace
by Drunken Waiter of The Party
We know who "Nick" is.
And it's not like we don't know
"McDonalds" is code.
by Cryptography of Sexography
