Do you do Haiku?

I've written several but I forgot them.

I've since turned to mindless limericks, such as:

The Bird Lady's fond of all pigeons.
So much, that she'd start a religion.
She called, "Kitty-coo" from under the poo
Which weighed much on her final decision.



And so forth, etc., etc.

So you can see my tastes have "migrated" a bit from earlier years.
:eek:

[Yawn]
 
Checkmate

Naked girls play chess.
Because Monopoly sucks
And they don't, boo hoo...


My Family

No choice in choosing.
Never what it seems to be.
I want a divorce!!!!


Jesus Christ

If you came back now,
Would they recognize you?
What're your credentials?


Independence

Free from religion.
Lives of my own are chosen.
A work-in-progress.
 
jeff black said:
A penis is great
You can stroke mine if you want
I won't fight at all.:rolleyes:

Reminiscent of one of Bobby Shaftoe's haikus in "Cryptonomicon" by Neal Stephenson. He's a US marine and the story begins with him amusing himself with haikus as they pull out of Shanghai.

"This is my rifle
There are many like it but
this rifle is mine"
 
budday said:
Reminiscent of one of Bobby Shaftoe's haikus in "Cryptonomicon" by Neal Stephenson. He's a US marine and the story begins with him amusing himself with haikus as they pull out of Shanghai.

"This is my rifle
There are many like it but
this rifle is mine"

Well, if that was a compliment...thanks:biggrin1:

I recognised your Haiku from readings in highschool, as well as the more recent Jarhead(2005):rolleyes:
 
I was watching my cat, Craig, perched on the back of the sofa, gazing out the window and making squeeky noises at the birds in the front yard.

So I came up with this one:

Majestic tom cat
Skulks in high grass silently
Red bird in peril
 
Mercurial Bliss,
You beckoned me to this thread.
Sorry I'm so late.

I come with classics.
Three poems in haiku form,
devoted to cats.

The mighty hunter
returns with gift: a dead bird.
It's on your pillow.

Terrible battle.
Fought for hours. Come and see!
...what is "term paper?"

You must scratch me THERE!
There. Right there, oh... YES! Behold!
Elevator butt.
 
Crafting haiku is
poles apart from limericks
twisted souls like both

My ego is stroked
again and again by the
words God I'm soooo full

Writing drivel and
thinking it's art isn't smart.
Won't quit my day job!

Chrysallis has raised
the intercourse level here
with her honest words
 
We just did a Haiku in school for our chapter on Zen Buddhism in World Religions. Here's mine:

Tree
Silently it stands
Opposing the flow of time
Nature's oldest son

Wicked, no?