Danced till I sharted
With both my mom’s gunkles
Helping hold me up

Danced till I panted
With both my mom's two sisters
Helping hold me up.

gimme the skinny
we can chew the fatuous
and spit the gristle

First I shit my pants
Then I get a box of ants
Turn them fuckers loose

those that have no talent
want to get rid of the
things that remind them

so many things set
to be erased by people
with empty heads

what got lost in a
world thinks too literarly
no backbone to be?

A scoop of hot poop
I will put into your soup
Tom Bosley's penis

Grandma won a watch
For her half-cocked haiku verse.
Grandma has a clock

grandma knows her tools
bought his prize for chicken feed
boner-fide bargain

Cooped up here in this
Henpecking matriarchy,
Grandcock has a ma.

Hochh ptooey and spit.
Hock a huge loogie at you.
Expectorate this.

Hawk tuah and off-brand
body moisturizer cream
Grandma has a cock

more than that single
so listen to "the work song"
and appreciate

Midnight: oasis
Please send your camels to bed.
Shadows paint faces...

Existential threads.
Have been replaced by bitchy
Mad literalists

light up your camels
new dawn at the oasis
definitely so

Hey you, A.I. bot:
See if you can write haiku.
Yes. That's what I thought...

This dark lake landscape...
Chopin piano music...
Losing it again.

The reality is that the election is right around the corner and many votes wont even happen. Get out and vote.

If you use quartet
As a word in haiku have.
I brubecked it out?

I brewed up some Beck
All of the yardbirds took flight
Train kept a-rollin'

after i took five
listened to four thirty-three
turned up really loud

I took five Brubeck,
And then a sniff of Haiku.
Now I feel jazzed up.

Haiku! Haiii.ku! Sniff...

Gazundheit...thank you please

Now take five coltraine

We're gonna haiku--
And they're gonna haiku too!
(My haiku solo ♪♪)

well at least you did
recall there was a website
to post haiku to

It's not to be mocked;
Haiku is serious art,
And it's so profound.

It's haiku roll call?
Make mine California Roll,
Extra wasabi.

All quiet on the
Submit haiku front...roll call
Are we there yet? No

Late night cawfee dog
Punching out taking the break
Disco going home

spoonerism pa
he talks in those funny ways
"My nips are lumb" uhh..

Grandma raised my cock
From when it was just a chick...
So some chicks have cocks.

Yo mama jokes are
Like your grandma has a cock
She raises chickens

(Will bake a maybe)
It's that damn syllable thing...
I was negligent.

I dread the future
Where voters, in their kitchens,
Bake a "maybe"...

I see the future
Kamala and the Donald
Will make a baby

I like Karmela.
Miss Karmela Harrison.
She will have my vote!

It got confusing
During my troubled childood:
Grandma was grandpa...

a pair of fried eggs
and a dishevelled merkin
remind me of you

Grandma has a cock.
She trained it as a fighter.
Her cock won the match.

Her red rooster crows
And then pecks at corn kernels
Grandma has a cock

Grandma’s leaky hose
Dribbles down the garden path
Grandma has a cock

Grandma has a pipe
because it broke off Grandpa
It’s a wrinkled pipe

Prince Albert burley
Smokes better in a big bowl.
Grandma has a pipe.

some things never change
why would perfection evolve?
grandma has a cock

The way I see it
(And you can tell by the flies)
Poets never flush

How has the style, tone, and subject matter of haiku submissions evolved over the course of 27 years, 266 days, and 77207 haikus? Has there been a noticeable shift or progression in the way poets approach this form of poetry?

kamala was black
before donald was orange
colour me confused

Everything truly
Is devoid of hope but this
Is good..death of idols