Robinson Crusoe
Taught the Gospel to Friday
Saturday, Sunday

Pimple on your butt.
Under my bold fingertip
now lubricant film.

Sing of Singapore:
Great Malay peninsula!
The lion City.

Sorry, dear readers
Nicole B. was not "bludgeoned",
but haikued to death.

Gentle spring blossoms
After the midnight showers;
Then Nicole's stab wounds.

OJ threw pigskin!
OJ bludgeoned his girlfriend!
OJ had square jaw!

It's POETRY MONTH!
Let us compose some verses
Worthy of curses.

That dead Orange Juice...
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
OJ got squeezed out.

O J Simpson dead
Great football player for sure
Terrible human

I see the name mox
the past of periphery
stumbles into view

A shadow lover
Chasing eclipses with friends
Clouds swallow the sky

when you insult it
poetry is nonchalant
because it's so bad

Poetry is lame.
I'm so sick of poetry.
Above all, haiku.

I keep forgetting
This place exists and it may
Long after,I'm gone

It's the worst cocktail
It's embarrassing to be
Associated.

I'll have you know that
The Singapore Sling is bad
Don't waste your money.

My haiku found you.
The words now enter your soul
And I possess you.

Roses they are red
Violets they tend to be blue
Sugar is sweet--damn.

Time ta git DOWN. Unh.
Time ta move yo haiku THANG.
Oh yes child. Woo woo...

A Singapore sling
For my broken haiku thing:
Tis' of thee I sing!

Darth goes Singapore!
Or are you real, my new friends
Here at Bad Haiku?

"Scratch again" he says
For the fourteenth time tonight!
No fingernails left...

She tries so hard to compose
While losing her composure
She such a poser.

Justicebestservedcold,
(Had to kill a syllable)
Are you in much pain?

A twixt in the tale
A random bystander or ...
Someone familiar?

ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ... ... ... HA!

I am curious
of OblongPeePee's story
Betwixt KatongKing

We bid her adieu
We shall miss her thrilling tales
Of unplanned urine

Oblongpeepee says
So long to ye, my work's done
Gotta pee now, ta!

succussfully done
a fourteen minute journey
ends here bye bye gang

Such terrible verse
My fertile mind makes garbage
Flies circling above

Oh she finally found my
Haiku treasure trove
Can't I delete these?

the final countdown
happily concludes at last
i can die happy

Sat broken hearted
Waiting for the poop to fall
Drops stick in my crack.

i am just yapping
to seventy seven k
victory awaits me

i often ponder
if i should quit on grammar
me choosed correct yay

Inspiration gone
Imagination sucked dry
Waiting for the rain

pee always be like
no rush take your time ill wait
a sudden puddle

I have to confess
Oblongpeepee's my daughter
She has my talents.

House is filled with kids
Each one insufferable
Do I deserve this?

A target awaits
Seventy seven thousand
As I churn them out.

i spy a tissue
in the corner of my eye
this is concerning

haikus for the soul
are written while i take poops
very satisfied

darkest poetry
total eclipse of the art
as i moon the sun

darkness of my soul
eats me alive as it eats
as I cry and cry

two thousand years on
middle eastern clusterfuck
continues to grind

The haiku-demons
They return, to possess me
No-- not THAT . . . no-- AIEEE !!!!!

My haiku power
Shall blacken their dread hour;
Worldlings shall cower.

It shall be released
From the Pit of all Darkness:
The miasma-cloud.

It's a sign, oh Lord:
Yea, the SUN shall be darkened...
And Darth shall break wind.