sydney is my dog
he sniffs other doggy butts
just to say "HELLO!"
by hola of is it friday yet?
My dog is named Syd
He does doggy type stuff like
eating and sleeping
by hola of looking forward to friday
now what's all this then?
random mental flatulence
disguised as haiku
by VerbaLizer of NYC
santo cres, santo nunca seras
que piensas si santos nunca podras ser
santo cres, santo nunca seras
by Anonymous Poet of Hell No
Attn: Saint
If you're just thinking one thing
I'd be mighty impressed
by Anonymous Poet
hey, go get the meat
we're out of cannibal sauce
barbecue ruined
by Stang mk.1
No time for buckets
And no time for pleasantries
Like dropping my pants.
by Priest
Intestinal knots
Swelling distentia forewarns
I grab my bucket.
by Priest
tomorrow mir flames
intergalactic trash heap
more vodka comrade?
by mondongo of elsewhere
what is all this sheep
can i get sheep sandwiches
the kind with rubber
by boobles the clown
you and your dead sheep
keep sleep with narry a peep
on top of the heap
by Drophammer
Do not start with me
You necro-ovinaphile
All these sheep are dead!
by Priest
No sheep anywhere
Hammer has them in his cube
Proof? Sniff his fingers.
by Priest
can i get a dog
a poodle for my sandwich
hairy meaty treat
by boobles the clown
Saint, ROFL.
LOLOLOL...
LOLOL.
by Nan of NJ
I care not, Droppy
all i do or say is lost
in the winds of life
by Saint
spasms and quaking
uncontrolled ejaculate
i knock myself out
by boobles the clown
oh... Saint leaves himself
so wide open like the fish
in the smelly barrel
by Drophammer
so I now ask this
of a certain someone on
this here board: Can you?
by Saint
I often wonder
when i first meet, should I ask
if she can deep throat?
by Saint
love is knowing one
who is yourself and yet not
love is knowing one
by Drophammer
sorry, Priest, that was
a little over the line
I was very baaaaaad
by Drophammer
and remember this
love is the abscense of all
logic and thinking
by Saint
Priest gets into it
Fingers churning in the ass
Of the sheep he loves
by Drophammer
When I first saw you
I knew you were the kind who
would fuck me over.
by Saint
anonymous dude
don't bring me down with your lack
of love for my stuff
by Drophammer
Desk chains me, no lunch
Fingers feverishly typing
There is no mercy.
by Priest
I have a request
when you do, please use your tongue
I haven't wiped today
by Saint
Attention Anon:
I was just thinking one thing
you can kiss my ass
by Saint
Jesus Fucking Christ
You guys blather on and on
and on and on and. . . .
by Anonymous Poet
I could not find a Suess' site,
I could not find one, tho try I might
I know that this is not in style
But I think that now I'll stay a while
by Saint
I am resigning
from haiku looking to find
bad dr suess site
by Saint
Pay Cut in Relief?
prez works less than the
former, so scoring interns
won't be during work.
by unconceding
80% girls
like themselves, 20%
teens - who's conceited!
by Miss Everything
where is our Solace?
his horrific imagery
makes me dream bad things
by Drophammer
the weekly world news
says, "Elvis ate my baby"
and I believe it
by Drophammer
the bean-laden charge
in my belly seeks release
i erupt in joy
by Drophammer
i do hate myself
maybe i should walk into
the street and die, thoughts?
by raging johnson of cube farm CTP2E
glarg exc weffle joo
qwz sedo eep bibb shively
viff dodod kip bno!!!!
by raging johnson of cube farm CTP2E
who shall i whack to
today, I ponder. Cher? why not.
*whack whack whack whack whack*
by raging johnson of cube farm CTP2E
Saint, you missed this one:
Hippocrocadoggapig
Seven syllables!
by Priest
this morning I greet
a sun through a shuttered blind
chains of work enslave
by Grog of Seattle
All can be salvaged!
Saint may find work at airports
with wind-finding ass.
by Priest
Forces are too strong
my rectum inverts and blows
out like a wind sock
by Saint
Remember P V
equals n R T do not
let the colon burst
by Saint
Pressure is rising
By boyle's law, I strain, compress
Colon gets warmer.
by Priest
Rectum now coated
with honey it's dripping from
one side to other
by Saint
Raisins and peanuts
carrot shreds and corn kernels
My special ass stew
by Saint
Hopes laid on far girl
who has no reason to mail
to call himself "lost"
by Priest
putred wretched filth,
porcelain coated with it
I think of someone
by Saint
