ferret (the real ass)
I will cause you the pain of
bit by thirteen mice.

ah, well. shift at work
has ended. might as well go
home and take a nap.

mosquito stings,
i lose blood. Child taunts,
i lose time.

asshole named ferret
makes too many posts that bite
and smells like onions.

Windsong (the real one)
I now too know the pain of
one's name misused.

i will not look at
your rice, but i will force feed
you all my beans. fart!

association chains
leap from post to post lightly.
smell of fried onions.

if I show you rice
i have grown, and you show me
your beans, all is well

"for your airs, gaijin,
heat-seeking shiruken.
no ferret haiku."

skirt clings to her thigh.
o, the joy of the eagle
grasping flesh it seeks.

I must cease in my
creation of haiku that is
bad, Simpsons are on!

smooth rhythm.
inhale. post. exhale.
words just air.

the patient master
sees each bad haiku and still
sees all bad haiku

Now, now dont become
a jealous one just because
I defeated you!

t s eliot
stole others words like he was
a broke crack junkie

who is it who asks
in bad haiku creation
who has won or lost

to speak of losing
in bad haiku creation
is not the true way

It may be the way
of falseness, but I won so
there! MWAHAHAHA!

always assume my
smirk is behind all my words.
soft breeze blows old leaves

Bill Clinton, or as
I prefer to call him, The
Pimp Man, stole a chair!

to talk of winning
in bad haiku creation
is not the true way.

"Plaigiarize, let
no one else's worke evade
your eyes." -T. Lehrer

badhaiku.com
is about to reach nine thousand
haikus, what I win?

grim stern judges,
I never tried to steal, I
recontextu'lize

crap, my last haiku's
last line had six syllables,
Dubya's been fired!

ineffectiveness.
i dont know why i feel it,
but i just ate swiss cheese.

mean low hanging clouds
smothering humanity.
giggle happily.

The dude who follows
not one copyright law, is
ferret70

shitbegone.com
toilet paper web site for
those who wipe their ass

"sweet home a-
labama where the
skies so blue"

to cross water twice
is not to cross it at all.
tell that to my shoes.

the roof rumbles with
the downforce of steely rain.
must she come back here?

fifty year old men
trying to sing a pop song
god do i hate creed

"so, kiss me once, kiss
me twice, come on pretty ba-
by, kiss me deadly."

It goes half a mile
an hour and does nothing,
not snail, my modem.

I pull out my gun
for an important mission.
Crap, I missed pikachu.

I slip into my
self-destructive habits like
warm soft cotton sheets

"movin' on up, yeah.
to a dee-luxe apartment
in the sky-y-y."

Oh, not trolls of bad --
they just like to talk about
wee-wees and poopie.

Windsong try Yep or
grassy knoll and take all these
trolls of Bad with you

anthropologists
say matriarchy a myth
once Dine are gone

hurry it along
we've tried everything to kill
you, except kindness

china and the plane:
"a bird in the hand is worth
two dubba bushes."
--hehehehe

Is there a chat room?
Point me there -- my haiku brain
needs to speak for REAL.

food and company matter
not whether weather wanes
look down its time to eat

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

Silly white folk think
Tipi is for bung holes. That
why house smell like shit.

native A gamblers
take your casino profits,
lobby for Dine

how many times do you hear:
(see following repetitions)
go to a chat room, jerks!