I was expecting
Lots of Barn House haiku here
We like to complain
There’s too little praise
For toast, warm and delicious,
On this autumn morn.
And tea, hot and strong.
It fills my favourite mug.
Wheat and leaf: breakfast.
groinal power surge
flesh sweats heart pounds bedsprings creak
bitches on my tip
That’s quite some haiku;
Bit NSFW -
Time for a new thread?
How very funny
posting on a message-board
determines what’s “life”.
eta haiku accuracy.
Oh, I can haiku, but, from the time I was first introduced to them in elementary school, I never saw any reason that I should.
Chicks dig poetry
Yet I have no girlfriend now
Will switch to cartoons
Sancho panza wet
Sees raindrops capture sunlight
A rainbow is born
the day ebbs slowly
sunlight drips colour from leaves
night creeps like autumn
Fall is coming fast
I had a dream about snow
I want summer back
My post might be here
Cyberspace is virtual
So it might not be.
Mushroom Alfredo
Makes me sixteen again
Love my new kitty.
- to clear up any confusion, the above post uses the 16th century Cambrian pronunciation of sixteen “six-tee-'en” *
I’m one half James Brown
And three quarters Jack Daniels
Watch out here I come.
Yeah, yeah, whatever!
Doesn’t it get dark and cold
Down in that cellar? 
“No, you can’t” they said
But there are miles between
“You can’t” and “Shouldn’t”
Here’s one I wrote for the old “Spam-ku” site:
Slippery meat cube
Fry it or make musubi
What does pink taste like?
Previously sent to The Internet Oracle:
Why do my haiku
Always end after two lines?
Dopers are clever
Writing haikus is an art
Marriage in heaven
This doper is pissed
Stop the obfuscation
Fix the damned boards, now
My subscription paid
I should not see any ads
You are lying pricks
Leg is getting wet
Mods say that it’s only rain
Why it smell like pee?
When we ask questions
we are treated like dogshit
we deserve better
There was an old man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two;
There was an old maid from Saigon