Oh loudmouth Stephen
My mean friend you misled me
You are so so wrong

oh jane what is wrong?
the haiku is your buddy
join the fun, love it

this webpage really
makes my blood boil and ooze
who knew it would suck

Its Ok. cause your
face will show it but your body wont
make me cum sexy

Beautiful you are
Sweeter than honey am I
Poke me like a bee.

nothing like a night
of dancing with strange women
my hand is a slut

tune up and new tyres
vrooooom, yellow two-stroke trail bike
and... ring ding ding ding!

dig my own grave--it's
to be my interior
design masterpiece

no vision and no
memory; ALL BOW TO THE
GREAT MAJORITY!!!

light-headed, heavy
eyes. grey planet...my duty
is to kill them all

World runs mad. Ginger
Spice a UN rep? I need
An anti-tank mine.

two more weeks to go
working till my holidays
sucks like a hoover

i feel charming, oh
so charming it's alarming
how charming i feel

little grasshopper
snatch the pebble from my hand
whoops... that's bad kung fu

hollywood bonfire
jerk like an epileptic
but keep on typing

that handy bonfire
whips up his secret sauce for
mom's fruits and veggies

Better check your shoes
The smell of steaming dog shit
Is one I know well

somehow i can speak
in different languages
when i shoot my load

Dirty old man sifts
through ladies room garbage for
tampons to make soup.

mom buys groceries
nice fresh fruits and vegetables
now guess what I do

When I'm away she
reminisces and shoots warm
yogurt on her back.

don't be so, nasty!
the only flame needed here
is that old bonfire

a jack in a box
will be worth two in the hand
hang on hollywood

fluffy cute kitttens
black velvet Elvis paintings
i puke in the sink

that Bonfire person
twice now has shown us his spunk
jacking off wildly

I like to be by
myself in my apartment
alone with sauerkraut

i was having fun
too bad you scrutinize the
content of bad poems

the sun can't decide
blackbirds crowd the power lines
I jack off wildly

A hack, a cough, a
wheeze and a dank rotten queef.
The bitch must be back.

source variety
not the same flavoured repeats
is the spice of life

i asked the nice man
for hypoallergenic
handcuffs and he laughed

why oh why oh why
didnt my bad poems make it?
were they just too bad?

sixteen men in jail
will attest that there is no
thing like manly love

sometimes when I sneeze
objects fly out my nose and
hit my girlfriends face

those damn chirping birds
are the true reason I dont
wash my car often

dont ask me for change
it took me forty minutes
to collect my own

the natives are drunk
the elders sing songs of love
later they'll shoot guns

today we eat spam
I throw mine at the t.v.
it stick to the screen

what is it with pigs?

she told me she'd stay
then she stole my wallet
but not my bottle

the evil of it
you suck me long time baby
i like cheezy poofs

I crave indulgence
Of the other Haikuists.
Louise, send me mail!

What's your beef, wise one?
Mad cows got you climbing walls?
Cow, you, who is who?

Oh Aussie Lao_Tse
Wisdom, like antipodean
Wine, ages badly.

Angel has a poop a pretty poop parade,
with lolypoops and caramel terds,
she's having a poop of a time

we're clean out of love
you tell me this, turn, and sleep
I jack off wildly

nasal and ear hair
the hirsute of pappy-ness
'though not on my head

I have visions of
A celebrity plane crash
Bye bye Jim Carrey

scadalous joey
thinks about the best of times
while sitting in jail

one more time i drink
the juice of fermenting grains
to deal with the wife