I woke this morning
and I had a bushy tail
Where is my ferret?
by Saint
Antidisestab-
lishmententarianis-
m. I like to say.
by Saint
Worried, no response
Door opens, shit river flows
Pools around my ankles
by priest of at Drophammer's front door
Priest or Drophammer:
Carbonated meat beverage -
will you pass it here?
by Saint
Can you say: super-
califragilisticex-
pealidocious?
by Saint
Hesitant, I knock
Shaken by the eruptions
I seek signs of life.
by Priest of Drophammer's front door
very bored at work
nothing much better to do
than obscure haiku
by Saint
balloon gold soda
garbage man pot roast Christmas
Addams Family
by Saint
No peanut butter
to make sandwich place bread next
to Matt's ass cannon
by Saint
my dot voyager
dot net slash edfred slash
this is my web page
by Saint
To the Drophammer
No No No No No No No
My brain explodes - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
by Saint
the world is silent
ass cannon is depleted
now, the stenchies come
by Drophammer
bodily lifted
from the floor by greenish spray
i land with a splorsh
by Drophammer
i am crawling now
through my shit covered kitchen
next wave approaching
by Drophammer
rip splatter quiver
ass cannon sprays my kitchen
i missed the bathroom
by Drophammer
Your haiku of poo
Is no tao of fecal joy
Learn from the master
by Drophammer
Fiddler on the roof
Haiku is making matches
Between cyclers
by Drophammer
I wish of haiku
to be longer in their verse
have much more to say
by Saint
Aikido - I train.
in the way of harmony
I will not harm you
by Saint - to Mellie
I did never punch
never have I broke my hand
I did break my toe
by Saint - to Mellie
i'll kick your fuckin' ass
hit the button one more time,
and i'll shoot you in the foot.
by sophunique of houston
#$@*$
damn it...it's like i can't count
syllable problems
by the fourth way of seattle
I have now returned
no no my loyal people
no need to kiss my feet
by The Fourth Way of seattle
one more bad haiku
you got a problem with that?
i didn't think so
by VerbaLizer of NYC
I fear violence
saintly one. your broken hand's
what's worrying me
by mellie, can you keep it under control, Saint?
hey is cattitude
kind of feline attitude?
please explain, I say
by mellie
Gator will not leave.
To get rid of the Gator,
smash the computer.
by Nan of NJ
wanted weather bug
now i have this gator junk
marketing bastards
by Anonymous Poet of Austin
I too, wear leather
head to toe I am covered
I'm the man in black
by Saint - to Mellie
Haiku about poo
is tacky in the extreme
but majorly fun.
by Nan of NJ
It's a ninety nine
six hundred cc's - yellow
would you like a ride?
by Saint - to Mellie
writers of haiku :
see the button "clear the form" ?
press that one sometimes
by ash
life is far too short
we are all going to die
some almighty joke
by ash
beesting on my foot
pulstating local swelling
antihistamines
by ash
that killing machine
with serious cattitude
honed to a whisker
by ash
seriously guys
this is a waste of your life
go do something else
by bufz of Australia
Speaking of Christians
Do Baptists fuck standing up
Dancing cheek to cheek
by Bung Daddy
Poo is God's delight
Even Christians quietly
enjoy a good dump
by Bung Daddy
Sushi makes good poo
slides out nice, easy and slick
It makes happy bung
by Bung Daddy
My life is complete
when my bung sings a sad song
sweet baritone
by Bung Daddy
If I fart in the
woods and my wife doesn't smell it
then, does it still stink?
by Bung Daddy
I feel turds building
Waiting for morning coffee
to release a nice poo
by Bung Daddy
Once upon a time
Paver was master poet
now he just spanks it
by Bung Daddy
hey, is that thing red?
the honda, i mean, baby.
(I dont need the cash)
by mellie
got my leather on
I insist on a helmut
the head is precious
by mellie, for the saintly one
getting back to now
all the places around here
i have been away
by VerbaLizer of NYC
thrity five degrees
I still rode my bike tonight
and it comforts me
by Saint
perhaps I did speak
language of persuasion, next
I offer them money
by Saint
mailbox empty still
mel, miss made me sad maybe
my honda wants me
by Saint
