yabba dabba doo
betty how about some head
of course i'll do you

I wonder about
these here poems and what to make
of the poets too?

bollide comes crashing
down! who knew, but didn't tell?
more invasion, please.

Flittering fruit fly
projects a rather large smile
on his only day

My haiku is bad
especially here today
it takes some practice

I woke up so late
or was I dreaming about
being Japanese

Because you face east
has put me in the mood to
move to the west coast

You are Greek to me
I can tell since you have a
pocket of pitas

You say, be careful!
but I can't... I need to run
put my toes at risk

This toe-nail is broke
I stubbed it on your sharp edge
why won't it come off?

today my poo is
sometimes chunky, sometimes wet.
Should I buy lotto?

me love you long time
short time just one hundred baht
me no make you sick

o beginner lau
she calls, "i love you long time"
grandma has a cock

when i was a boy
things were sure diff'rent round here
i was somewhere else

Stupid hong kong man
Retired,fifty-four,life's fall
Want to talk?Please call.

bleak drizzle shivers
slate grey day so cold out there
mellie's warm inside

afternoon downpour
the drainpipe outside my door
gurgles yet some more

I stare out the door,
anxious and nervous, watching
the zit is popped!

Danny sweats nonstop
Chatting he sits while it drips
he smells!

librarian at desk
considers the convent
she just joined, some nun

Colleen walks on air
glistening in the sun shine
what an attitude

The sun shines after
8 months of gloom yet it
still feels like winter

baudiehickiedoodare
he dropped off the face of Earth
somewhere in Utah
and she wanted nothing to do with Dr. gonzo...
and he was just a weirdo...

something about old duke
bowflex, getting "out" and getting lost
hours and hours on line and what?

Bad haiku and false prophecies

It's ryhiming Haiku
It brings me joy through and through
at least those with poo

Between you and me
there is intense gravity
you and I both see

For all your screaming
And all the dirty feelings
You still have nothing

Read this line slow
And when I tell you, Go~ Now
Outside into the heat

Slow time during class
Sing of Win2k, sing of
power, an%-33{BAD PACKET RECEIVED}

The coffee had not
kicked in yet, mug size of Rome
Something on Ceres

yes it's hard to beat
rhythm is another thing
that gets me rocking

I don't think in rhyme
never really had the time
or inclination

madness in the flock
makes this site a laughing stock
grandma has a cock

rhyming haiku verse
doesn't make it any worse
but neither more terse

The mites in my cat
ate a hole in this here mat
now eating my hat

no violent verse
no bloody red rumming words
no hack-n-slash lines

no feces haiku
no stinky excremental
words of bung wisdom

In vain I complain
about the stars and the rain
and cars in my lane

Not wise to be this
person on line, naive conned
But it is small stuff...

In vain I complain
about the stars and the rain
driving me insane

Why do I like you?
It's something that I don't know
but want to find out

One day I looked down
and began scanning around
'twas you that I found

When I walked with you
there were good feelings of you
a future with you

Unleash the madness
In the framework that is all
you need. you have this

something as small as
a job change, even if this
is minor, is freeing

you saw a child man
not used to the "world" competing
responding in rage

Moxie is net mad-
ness. Ignorance, sloth, list goes on
This is no life...

I keep wondering
Is she real behind that nick?
And who would she be?

Prayer lists going on
forever to messed up Xians
I feel like St. Nick

O visitation
devotion constancy faith
submissiveness yes

some are out of whack
this is a bad haiku site
five seven five slap