solid gold auto six hundred feet per gallon gets soft in the sun
by HB
Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain
Easier to face winter
If planning Mex trip
by Alex of No City,
Rev'rund Jim nicht Deutsch
Arbeit Macht Frei. Was Arben?
Arbey's macht Roast Beef
by Alex
Lie down in a field.
Cows will come up to lick you.
Why won
by Reverend Jim of London , UK
Sing with dyslexics:
by Reverend Jim of Jonestown, Guatemala
pull on the joystick
feeding up elevator
as i soar skywards
by ashley of sydney, Oz
There are many fish
in the sea but I am not
a fisher man though
by Elubia Oomfufu Phalange
in throes of passion
although it wasn't my aim
i fucked my back
by ashley of sydney, Oz
Some of these haiku
are cleaver or erotic
others, just profane
by L. D. A. of Cloverdale, USA
Stop complaining, eh?
It'll get you nowhere fast
You're just a fuckwit
by Anna
Sit! Sit, dammit Sit!
Sit down! Sit! Want a treat? Sit!!!
All right, fuck you, Ma
by Eddie Futch
Dismiss frustration
Strike at grand truths throughfits of
Curiosity
by Eddie Futch
serious actor
removes his teeth with pliers
to play an old man
by Hollywood Bonfire
lost that great job when
my boss caught me smoking pot
while fucking his wife
by Hollywood Bonfire
romantic dinner:
sixteen sunfish, some dead leaves,
and strawberry milk
by Hollywood Bonfire
Work harder, scum! Or
You'll regret it. Remember
Arben macht temp staff!
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Radical priests know
It's an adrenaline rite!!
Extreme Unction! Woaaah!!!
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Real bad vacation
Where the hell is everyone?
"Oh, Hi, Gilligan
by Anonymous Poet
Go right ahead, friend
Get right up into my face
Spit on me you whore
by jon
and another thing
i almost forgot to say
whatdoyoucallit?
by noone
Cynical work bitch,
I'd pay to see someone kick
you right in the smush
by Intern
If the Fonz was so
Cool, how come he hung out with
Fuckwits like Potzy?
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Now, that's not to say
You should put on blue pants,but
Use your fucking head
by Skip Diiskun
Dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
Smoke on the water.
by RrrrrrrRRR Guest of London, UK
Bad haiku is good.
Oxymoronic? wise? Ahhh!
Think about it! Ahhhhhhhhh!
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
Velvet Underground
From Sweet Jane to Candy Says
This band rocks my world
by Anna
Where are you tonight?
Spinning in circles no doubt
On auto pilot
by Anna
Am I lonesome now?
Yes, I am lonesome tonight
Thank you, internet
by O Solo Mio of Concord, USA
Over vinyards flock
fluttering wings of starlings.
Aerobatic flight.
by L. D. A. of Cloverdale, U. S. A.
YOU THINK YOUR LIFE SUCKS?
WELL IT DOES, SO YOU ARE RIGHT
WHEW! SUCKS TO BE YOU!
by MICHELLE of PITTSBURGH, USA
I DO SO HATE MEN
MAYBE I SHOULD CONSIDER
FINDING A GIRLFRIEND
by MICHELLE of PITTSBURGH, USA
Hey pretty birdie
Perched high upon the treetop
Please don't poop on me
by Anna
counting syllables
i had a slight problem there
so sue me okay
by a fan
hollywood bonfire
i enjoy your haiku, but
you are one sick puppy
by a fan
hollywood bonfire
i enjoy your haiku, but
you are one sick puppy
by a fan
Squirrels eating nuts
If they only knew the truth
They're all gonna die
by I.McSuccor of Sarasota, USA
Flying bananas
Have stained the walls around me
Stale, mushy debris
by Anna
I wrote a rock song
called 'let's tit fuck the fat guy'
I should tone it down
by Hollywood Bonfire
Some people think that
I am living in the sun
But it is cold here
by Y10K of Toronto, Canada
Hot origami
Spewing from the Canon's mouth
Aieee!!! Paper jam!
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
Cow Revolution!
We will be discarded on
History
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
If Fate was a cop
I'd shoot him with his gun, and
play with his siren.
by Walter Hale
cops make me nervous
in my trunk I still have those
two rotting pandas
by Hollywood Bonfire
If not for the wife
I'd start me a smack habit
Thanks a lot, you bitch
by Intern
If you have taste buds
You may be up Jacob's Creek
Without a paddle.
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
*sip* *gag* *choke* Chateau
Cookaburra has hints of
Cat's piss and napalm.
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
Don't be shy, mate. Jump
Hard on them. They say it's a
Good Athlete's Foot cure.
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
Don't be shy, mate. Jump
Hard on them. They say it's a
Good Athlete's Foot cure.
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
Australian wine!
This is what it would taste like
If grapes could wee.
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
Oh Mr Ed, quit
Hassling me. Or it's the glue
Factory for you.
by Wilbur's Revenge of London, UK
