Laboring mongoose,
startled by foot stomped on tongue.
Mad Stank bleats in pain.
Cranky, Spiritus,
bound by like counting issues
give game extra flair.
Do not provoke me!
Your punch-drunk calumnies are
Like annoying gnats
Show proper respect
In dojo-above-the-clouds
I school your masters
Wu Shu Master I
Between your thoughts and actions
My will stands smiling
These skills amaze me
I cannot be your equal
I bow in defeat
Like the willow I
must bend to fate; I apply
to NinjaBurger.
Don’t capitulate!
The Tao of the True King is
To make others laugh
Then eunoia must
Be the True King: see how all
Openly mock you.
MrVisible
Burger and fries, please. Oh no!
Caltrop in milkshake!
Mock me if you must
Whilst general mirth prevails
I fondle your wives
Keep your hands off my
Wives, you dishonorable
Offspring of a dog.
Revelation comes!
Extra syllable power!
Haiku + will triumph!
With unbounded chi
I cut down my enemies.
Symmetry falls to strength.
Error in counting?
Drunken Mundi deceives you.
Six: number of power.
The sum of factors.
Perfection that devastates
Your pitiful primes.
Hearing his screen name,
Giraffe leaps to the attack
Only falling twice.
“Impudent ape dung!
My tongue is not black, you fool!
Oh wait. Yes it is.”
With impressive skill,
And unmatched fluidity,
He licks Miller’s wives
Hilarious thread,
I cannot attack you; as
I ache from laughter.
I cannot help but
wonder, can Miller handle
another hot wife?
I preview and grin,
perhaps Eunoia or the
Giraffe and his tongue?
Suddenly warm and
blushing pink, stuttering too
I run from this thread.
Miller ain’t da man
anymore, I shall make him
into mu-shu pork
Chop sticks at ready
Dinner number twelve, to go
It is Miller Time
Spiritus, my son
I hate to break it to you
your six power sucks
I cannot be touched
by eunoia’s strong powers
no wives to fondle
Anybody else?
thought not. I am king of the
Attack Haiku thread.
Crimson light of dawn,
Lo! Can of whup-ass opened
As the stars, you fall!
The Goddess of Death.
Such grace in her roundhouse kick,
My grope, ill-advised.
The Swordsman 2 plays.
There, Essence Absorbing Stance
Your head, deflating.
Atomic wasteland.
A Piercing Kick strikes your groin!
I love Fallout 2.
Entwined in silken sheets,
Michelle Yeoh, Pam Grier, and I,
Alas for fanboy dreams!
–
There are some things not even a pacifist can bear! PACIFIST CRUSH!
No one fears you, Kaz
Your mom still cleans your diaper
When you wet the bed.
Now that Miller’s gone
Giraffe has no wives to lick…
“Abby, how you doon’?” 
In polyester
MrVisible enters
delivering food
His Ninja training
at the burger joint dojo
quickly completed
Sneakily he sneaks
up on Giraffe, currently
ogling Miller’s wife
With Ninjitsu and
Origami, he ties a
nice bow in neck.
Standing over foe,
Giraffe knotted on the ground,
“You want fries with that?”
I loathe raw fish - BUT!
sushi of Giraffe? Smack lips!
Black-tongue snack delights
No fries with sushi!
“Blasphemy!” screams Iron Chef
Get some taste, heathen.
While you nosh, Ginsu
applied to neck with great force
Blood spills, Cranky laughs
Wise eunoia says:
"I show rock, paper, scissors
All on the same hand
I cannot lose, I
Embrace ambiguities:
“There” and “Not-All-There”
Un-susceptible
Praise and bile roll off my back
Like drops of spring rain"
Attack and rebuff
Is but a game for infants…
Abby meet Giraffe
I posted before.
Then, my haikus were not that great.
Now, a new story.
This haiku has a
big japanese word somewhere.
Watashi. Cool, huh?
I’m sorry for my
last haiku; it was bad S***.
No swears in this post.
I rock the haiku.
None rock haiku like I do.
Garth, that was haiku.
Haiku is meant to
amaze and kick-butt, but damn!
Ura, WTF?
Nice try, however
I think your Goddess of Death
is coming for you.
Giraffe, fool, you call
this a diaper? BIFF! POP! SMACK!
Abby thinks you smell.
And you, Visible,
take your polyester butt
back to McDonald’s.
Said Kaz as he sneaks
behind. “Sushi this, fry-man!”
Flying kick to head!
Rock, paper, scissors,
HA! Merely child’s play. Real
stuff is coin toss.
Speaking of which, WHIP!
My silver doller death star
to chest, eunoia!
CRACK! SLASH! BIFF! WHAM! POP!
Go onomatopoeia!
Batman got nothing.
Throwing star hits heart
As explained, heart is long gone
Zero damage points
Crack! Slash! Biff! Wham! Pop!
Like sounds made in the forest
I hear only “Poot!”
Hidding in the dark
Waiting for the moment
Wham, Bam I’m da Man!
I will drink rice wine
Slap you with this wet hadock
you will fall for me
I am the Jedi
My powers will bend your words
they cannot harm me