Last one was about
My Dog, lest you get ideas
Vet did it not me

Finger up his bum
Look of surprise on his face
His anal glands squeezed
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He looked straight at me
What the hell! Look on his face
I just had to laugh

My dogs got a cyst
At least that

My dogs got a cyst
At least that

What

older all the time
undulating chromosomes
in a death spiral

amputation now
the leg is off poor wee dog
a bucket's on her head

My poor powdered dog
an urn holds him after time
took old Blue away

Oh sweet powdered drugs
Makes the bad feel oh so good
Takes the blues away

Dash the FDA
Even koalas get high
Gimme, gimme drugs

Dangling from a cliff
Tired, sweating, death is near
I dream of big tits

One thing is for sure
On the internet no one
Knows if you're a dog

A girl with coffee
Sent it spraying all over
When he made a joke.

I know who you are
You little punk ass dipshit
Spam in haiku form

Novaya Zemlya.
Late on a Monday morning,
Ivan celebrates.

London Happy Hour
Let's share the Underground dear
A lovely Plenge in River Styx
Heavenpointed Domes are blasted anyway
Bacchus Red made of Grapes

Mangled poetry,
Devoid of form and beauty,
I suck at this stuff.

Ok so what then
You

Shaken and not stirred
The name is Bond, James Bond
Sean Connery is Bond.

Read the submissions
Hilarious, more mad Ken
And more from Annon

Ok, I hear you
Enough, enough, just relax
Just get over her!

Attracted to her
Always thought she was lovely
Close to her, I

Her smile haunts me
Her slim figure alluring
Captivates my soul

A real cense of loss
Of hopelessness and despair
I know it can

Christ love is painful
When it is unrequited
My heart is aching

Do clouds in the sky
Ever get tired floating
So high above us?

Act like I don

Acting nonchalant
Can

She

Vision of beauty
In diaphanous black
I want to hold her

Kissed her on the cheek
Our mouths met and passion grew
Only in my dreams!

Dog

Freezing cold morning
Can

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An earwax vacuum
Lets robot voices compete
With those in my head

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Satellites ripple
high frequency chorals down
to the waterbugs

Beyond the blue curve
a satellite twinkles down
to the waterbugs

An armadillo
pulls a nearly eaten arm
back into its den

Nice when friends are round.
The doorbell rings, I answer
and one more rolls in.

Cool dude, sharing food,
speaking out with attitude,
saves humungitude.

The cold bitter wind
Comes streaming through the wall cracks
Makes occupants cold