"for your airs, gaijin,
heat-seeking shiruken.
no ferret haiku."
by ferret70 of chicago
skirt clings to her thigh.
o, the joy of the eagle
grasping flesh it seeks.
by ferret70 of chicago
I must cease in my
creation of haiku that is
bad, Simpsons are on!
by Dizazta
smooth rhythm.
inhale. post. exhale.
words just air.
by ferret70 of chicago
the patient master
sees each bad haiku and still
sees all bad haiku
by ferret70 of chicago
Now, now dont become
a jealous one just because
I defeated you!
by Dizazta
t s eliot
stole others words like he was
a broke crack junkie
by ferret70 of chicago
who is it who asks
in bad haiku creation
who has won or lost
by ferret70 of chicago
to speak of losing
in bad haiku creation
is not the true way
by ferret70 of chicago
It may be the way
of falseness, but I won so
there! MWAHAHAHA!
by Dizazta
always assume my
smirk is behind all my words.
soft breeze blows old leaves
by ferret70 of chicago
Bill Clinton, or as
I prefer to call him, The
Pimp Man, stole a chair!
by Dizazta
to talk of winning
in bad haiku creation
is not the true way.
by ferret70 of chicago
"Plaigiarize, let
no one else's worke evade
your eyes." -T. Lehrer
by ferret70 of chicago
badhaiku.com
is about to reach nine thousand
haikus, what I win?
by Dizazta
grim stern judges,
I never tried to steal, I
recontextu'lize
by ferret70 of chicago
crap, my last haiku's
last line had six syllables,
Dubya's been fired!
by Dizazta
ineffectiveness.
i dont know why i feel it,
but i just ate swiss cheese.
by Dziazta
mean low hanging clouds
smothering humanity.
giggle happily.
by ferret70 of chicago
The dude who follows
not one copyright law, is
ferret70
by Dizazta
shitbegone.com
toilet paper web site for
those who wipe their ass
by Dizazta
"sweet home a-
labama where the
skies so blue"
by ferret70 of chicago
to cross water twice
is not to cross it at all.
tell that to my shoes.
by ferret70 of chicago
the roof rumbles with
the downforce of steely rain.
must she come back here?
by ferret70 of chicago
fifty year old men
trying to sing a pop song
god do i hate creed
by Dizazta
"so, kiss me once, kiss
me twice, come on pretty ba-
by, kiss me deadly."
by ferret70 of chicago
It goes half a mile
an hour and does nothing,
not snail, my modem.
by Dizazta
I pull out my gun
for an important mission.
Crap, I missed pikachu.
by Dizazta
I slip into my
self-destructive habits like
warm soft cotton sheets
by ferret70 of chicago
"movin' on up, yeah.
to a dee-luxe apartment
in the sky-y-y."
by ferret70 of chicago
Oh, not trolls of bad --
they just like to talk about
wee-wees and poopie.
by Windsong
Windsong try Yep or
grassy knoll and take all these
trolls of Bad with you
by boo
anthropologists
say matriarchy a myth
once Dine are gone
hurry it along
we've tried everything to kill
you, except kindness
by quasimodo
china and the plane:
"a bird in the hand is worth
two dubba bushes."
--hehehehe
by churney- (gasp) of my hearrrr-t
Is there a chat room?
Point me there -- my haiku brain
needs to speak for REAL.
by Windsong
The wolf is eager
to welcome
survivors
by Anonymous Poet
food and company matter
not whether weather wanes
look down its time to eat
by Anonymous Poet
I lay sinister
and recoil in abstract thought:
how I unbecome.
by WormWood
i am back in town
easy extraction, she's fine
lots of work to do
tonight weather will
be better for the outside
concert and gilling
by Anonymous Poet
Silly white folk think
Tipi is for bung holes. That
why house smell like shit.
by Leaonard Peltier's hairpiece
native A gamblers
take your casino profits,
lobby for Dine
by quasimodo
how many times do you hear:
(see following repetitions)
go to a chat room, jerks!
by boo
eleven thirty
what am I doing at work?
Should be home sleeping
by fingerfood of singapore
one for port 80
must be badhaiku.com
more from fingerfood
by fingerfood of singapore
there's a new packet -
what's it say? port 25.
Ding Dong! You have mail!
by fingerfood of singapore
another packet
floats past my analyzer
all pr0n congestion
by fingerfood of singapore
another packet
floats past my analyzer
all pr0n congestion
by fingerfood of singapore
I slit a sheet, a
sheet I slit, on this slitted
sheet I sit thinking.
by spoon!
damn windsong you are
right !!!! sorry ash that last one
was just a test
by Anonymous Poet
