Bad Haiku
Horrible poetry for the digital age
28 Years, 42 Days and 77437 Haiku later...

Drinking Brill Cream
Has To be very contagious
Teddy Ruxpin has chicken legs
Haiku # 965, December 23, 1998 6:54 pm ET
by Marc of St. John's, Canada
a merry christmas
and a happy new year too
my fellow poets
Haiku # 964, December 23, 1998 6:53 pm ET
by ashley of Oz
go through ear, stab brain
three-tined fork, keep gauze handy
jagged lights, seizure
Haiku # 963, December 23, 1998 1:39 pm ET
by Hollywood Bonfire
Happy holidays
To those whose bad haikus made
Me bleed from the ears.
Haiku # 962, December 23, 1998 12:25 pm ET
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Hmmm. As I scroll down
I notice that they follow.
Maybe the trailing?
Haiku # 961, December 23, 1998 9:39 am ET
by Kadiz
Kadiz, didn't you
mean the previous haikus
Not the following?
Haiku # 960, December 23, 1998 3:19 am ET
by AHHT
An anagram for
Monica Lewinsky is
"A lick wins money"
Haiku # 959, December 22, 1998 6:51 pm ET
by AHHT
Work before Christmas?
Cocks. Great big swollen purple
Horses' cocks on sticks.
Haiku # 958, December 22, 1998 12:29 pm ET
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
the following two
by ashley and Rev'rend Jim
are really quite good
Haiku # 957, December 22, 1998 10:16 am ET
by Kadiz
from herein i guess
things go down in history
like a lewinski
Haiku # 956, December 22, 1998 6:44 am ET
by ashley oz
Why so evasive
Mr President? Maybe
You should have come clean.
Haiku # 955, December 22, 1998 5:27 am ET
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
They ask: "What evil
Lurks in the hearts of men?" This
Your drycleaner knows.
Haiku # 954, December 22, 1998 5:25 am ET
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Lie, even perjure
Himself over Monica?
Nice euphemism.
Haiku # 953, December 22, 1998 5:09 am ET
by Reverend Jim of London, Terra Incognita
even tinier
threw a saddle on a louse
rode him through your pubes
Haiku # 952, December 22, 1998 12:30 am ET
by Kadiz
Hallucination?
Snowing in San Francisco.
Really. I saw it.
Haiku # 951, December 21, 1998 7:26 pm ET
by Dr. Don
nostrils ebb and flow
the drip, drip, drip, of mucus
it's sinus rhythm
Haiku # 950, December 21, 1998 6:51 pm ET
by ashley of Oz
dreamt I was tiny
had a saddle for my cat
rode him through the woods
Haiku # 949, December 21, 1998 2:43 pm ET
by Hollywood Bonfire
most men become rou
Haiku # 948, December 21, 1998 8:58 am ET
by Kadiz
a sexual deed
a dalliance, nothing more
a justified lie
Haiku # 947, December 21, 1998 8:37 am ET
by Kadiz
a blow to the head
was not the president's crime
'twas his denial
Haiku # 946, December 21, 1998 2:22 am ET
by ashley of Oz
poetic justice
first you get to taste peaches
and then inpeachment
Haiku # 945, December 21, 1998 2:16 am ET
by ashley of Oz
President impeached
At the taxpayer's expense
K. Starr should be shot
Haiku # 944, December 20, 1998 7:30 pm ET
by AHHT
that goo on her dress
should have been the only mess
that came from her mouth
Haiku # 943, December 20, 1998 6:37 pm ET
by Kadiz
It's all crapola
A purjury indictment
over a blow job?
Haiku # 942, December 19, 1998 12:49 pm ET
by Nunya Bidness
Not too old to stay
In touch with my inner slut
making geezer porn
Haiku # 941, December 19, 1998 12:44 pm ET
by Nunya Bidness
art art art finance
finance finance what
the Hell possessed me?
Haiku # 940, December 19, 1998 12:43 pm ET
by Skubrick of London, Engerland
People who can't spell
"purjure", like Paula Keller,
shouldn't have opinions.
Haiku # 939, December 19, 1998 12:37 pm ET
by Nunya Bidness
art art art finance
finance finance what
the Hell possessed me?
Haiku # 938, December 19, 1998 12:34 pm ET
by Skubrick of London, Engerland
Art art art finance
finance finance what
the Hell possessed me?
Haiku # 937, December 19, 1998 12:29 pm ET
by Skubrick of London, Engerland
Adulterous lies
Manufactured impeachment
Both sides are evil
Haiku # 936, December 19, 1998 10:42 am ET
by Matthew Bjorge of Salt Lake City, USA
here flappin' my lips
blowin' hot air out my ass
pissin' in the wind
Haiku # 935, December 18, 1998 8:34 pm ET
by Kadiz
Drunk on the job from
downing six dozen booze-filled
holiday chocolates

Haiku # 934, December 18, 1998 1:10 pm ET
by Eddie Futch
Why did he risk all --
Lie, even purger himself --
Over Monica?
Haiku # 933, December 18, 1998 12:44 pm ET
by CouverCat of Phoenix, USA
the first line's got five
and the second's got seven
but the third line's all fucked up 'cause it's got over twelve
Haiku # 932, December 17, 1998 8:58 pm ET
by Kadiz
Night falls on Baghdad
There's no rest for the wicked
Or the innocent
Haiku # 931, December 17, 1998 5:12 pm ET
by AHHT
Dreary, bleak, city
sky makes me feel like I'm in
a Batman movie
(the first one, of course)
Haiku # 930, December 17, 1998 3:27 pm ET
by Eddie Futch
Straight through the hangar
Doors|there's the explosion. War
Is quite like bad sex.
Haiku # 929, December 17, 1998 10:31 am ET
by Reverend Jim of London, Untied Kingdom
Two straight years taking
sinus medication; I
can smell my nosehair
Haiku # 928, December 17, 1998 9:12 am ET
by Eddie Futch
Bad Haiku
Is it three lines
Or four?
Haiku # 927, December 17, 1998 9:07 am ET
by Ross of Paris,
A distraction, yes
Or a book calledBill and the Giant Impeachment
Haiku # 926, December 17, 1998 8:20 am ET
by AHHT
poetic paradox
with too many syllables
or else not enough
Haiku # 925, December 17, 1998 6:18 am ET
by ashley of sydney, Oz
predictable ploy
looking for some diversion
bad luck baghdad
Haiku # 924, December 17, 1998 6:10 am ET
by ashley of sydney, Oz
fluffy bunny head
talking in many voices
Where did your body go?
Haiku # 923, December 16, 1998 7:21 pm ET
by my mama 'n' yo mama 'r' hangin' in de' house of that one place, Wonderland
fluffy bunny head
talking in many voices
Where did your body go?
Haiku # 922, December 16, 1998 7:20 pm ET
by my mama 'n' yo 'r' hangin' in de' house of that one place, Wonderland
Doin' the fast fade...
She's a sack of sore assholes
Time drags its clown feet...
Haiku # 921, December 16, 1998 3:05 pm ET
by Intern
I drank way too much
Coffee and revealed I was
Jelly Roll Morton.
Haiku # 920, December 16, 1998 11:48 am ET
by Reverend JimJonestown, Guatemala
Brillo maxi-pad
Hairshirt and matching panties
Hell hath no fury...
Haiku # 919, December 16, 1998 10:31 am ET
by Intern
you give me that grin
illicit inhalation
and a wicked cough
Haiku # 918, December 15, 1998 10:25 pm ET
by ashley of sydney, Oz
Bitch's breath could knock
a buzzard off a shit truck
from a hundred yards.
Haiku # 917, December 15, 1998 7:13 pm ET
by Intern
Cynical work bitch
has a yeast infection that
spread clear to her brain.
Haiku # 916, December 14, 1998 12:11 pm ET
by Intern
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