Boulder is the place
Bitter winds blow off Front Range
Mongolian Pork !
Most thought the Pats
had the Super Bowl sewed up,
but the Giants won!
Well that’s not too good.
I seem to be leaking jam
tastes like strawberry
Watching white flakes fall
Nobody predicted snow
Or the Giants win
My hands smell like hay
From beating up the scarecrow.
It’s my hat now bitch.
Pipe-smoking tiger
inhales sweet vanilla smoke.
Purr, puff, purr, puff, purr.
:dubious:
Jaimie and Adam
versus our Cecil Adams.
Galactic carnage!
:rolleyes:
Lunch meat, dinner meat
breakfast meat and snack meat
monkeys are tasty.
Days since I haikued.
However, I’m here today
With this good haiku!
The urge to haiku
Overcomes me quite often
Away from my desk.
But when I sit down
My mind goes blank, I stare off
And feel quite stupid.
Feeling stupid, though
Does not make my fingers stop
Making bad haiku. 
Only one hour
then it’s baked spaghetti time
forgot lunch at home…
Cluricaun’s haiku
Are all about food these days.
Are your cupboards bare?
Cluricaun hungers.
Spaghetti is not enough
To feed you, Doper.
Spaghetti like worms
In red juice, hunks of dead flesh
Clinging. Ick, ick, ick.
Haiku!!! Pure and fine
Will not clog the arteries,
But will fill your brain.
Haiku! Chow down now.
Cluricaun, feed your head, man,
Swallow haiku, be wise.
Plexiglas brassiere
The last gasp of a fine man
Engaged in rude thought.
What??? It said “Absurd” ! 
I really like this!
It reads like mounds of pink flesh
Constrained in plastic.
Pink mounds, pertly tipped
Like in a cheap romance tale,
Squoze up, spilling out.
Lusty sighs. Saran
Wrap can be used as condom
In emergency.
The human mind reels
From plastic thought to sexy
Actions. Have a smoke.
Clad in a towel
I stand at far horizons
Viewing my navel
I was gone too long
bereft of haiku, I wept;
but lo, and behold!
The haiku slumbers
Scheming, dreaming, gibbering
Its time is at hand
Behold, a slumber
disturbed by pleas for bad poems
Haiku Cthulu.
Vermont creepiness?
“The Whisperer in Darkness”
fits the bill just fine.
I have a pet cat
But I forgot him in my pocket
He smells like Tide now.
Her rage knows no bounds.
Feel the quantum disconnect
Remember to breathe.
I’m not kidding now
I can’t take it anymore
Stop the ferris wheel.