DON’T let Lorena
Do your circumcision, or
You’ll go off half-cocked.
Uncut, the way to go
Wet spot, a curse of the past
Giant foreskin suck it up
my ferocious hound
now that he is unmuzzled
can conquer the night
my meager phallus
which was trimmed against my will
could use the spare skin
good god! you aren’t whole!
i’ve been told by the uncut
but i’m civilized
what is a foreskin?
so asks my circumcised son
i cannot answer
Tie it in a knot
Condom Manufacturers
will all soon go broke
Save all your foreskins!
Win Valuable Prizes!
So much for Green stamps.
Most women agree
if they’re going to eat meat
they like it unwrapped
Jack wants to restore
his amputated foreskin
Vaseline ain’t cheap!
One eye trouser snake
Wretched doctor foreskin thief
Dickless J D T
Phimosis got me
JDT doesn’t agree
He knows my foreskin!
When you do the math
and you hang around foreskin
as much as Jack, you
accumulate stuff
in your head that others can’t
refute, even with the truth.
Man’s two heads war on
Award not false victory
To who drew first blood
Bad news for Chronos
Only Jack can help him cure his
malformed man-weapon
party in my pants:
everyone’s invited
but you, cruel doctor
unholstered meat-gun
unfit for for black ops without
God’s flash-suppressor
I, like Aragorn
will reforge the broken sword;
it will dangle proud
talk of penises
turns to weapon imagery;
paging Doctor Freud
Penii in the night
(inevitable last line)
Exchanging glanses
Coldfire is a mod
Perhaps Cecil prefers his
Dutch treat to be wrapped?
I claim to like Rush
Geddy Lee’s foreskin is my
sole inspiration
Show me a pizza
Make sure not to cut it up
Cheese is like smegma
I love my foreskin
My natural lubricant
My hands don’t blister
Tubular Friction
slippery sheath of man-flesh
How do I clean it?
Where’d my foreskin go??
Don’t fret, you can rebuild it
Thank you, Tug-A-Hoy!
Knowledgeable Jack
Explains how to satisfy
The girls on his world.
What do you get when
you circumcise an infant?
serial killer!
I weep for the world
uncut penises are it’s
hope for salvation.
Once an anteater
But after the doctor’s snip
A bright pink helmet
Why do I have a vision of the “lyricist” from Doyle’s band in “Slingblade,” saying “dot, dot, dot”?
all this fuss about
a tiny scrap of skin - wait;
must be all there was.
A haiku debate.
Arguments for and against.
Let’s see how it goes…
Pointless tradition.
Why hinder masturbation?
Justification?
To save them from hell!
We must prevent self-pleasure.
So off with their heads!
But that doesn’t work.
Cut or not, boys will be boys.
Chickens will be choked.
Their souls must be saved.
Is the tip is not sufficient?
We’ll work our way down.
How far will you go?
To the root of the problem?
Cut the whole thing off?
If that’s what it takes.
That might be overkill though.
First try just the glans.
Now don’t lose your head.
Your offspring will be eunucks!
Is that what you want?
A small sacrifice.
The ultimate prize awaits:
Immortality.
We call it: The Pit.
The haven for foul language.
My response is there.
There ends the debate.
No consensus has been reached.
Who would have thought it?
Powersuck her breast
with your mighty foreskin, as
she lays motionless.
Jack be nimble, Jack
be quick, Jack get over your
microprick. Ta da!
Where have all the fore-
skins gone? Gone to doctors ev-
ery one. They’ll never learn.
My foreskin is gone.
I assume it’s safe; Prince Al-
bert’s is in a can. 
Kirk: Oh… my… God! Noooooooooo!
Bones: Powersucking foreskin!
I think it’s dead, Jim.
Oh no - extra syl-
lable. We’ll have to snip a
bit off. Scalpel, please.