There’s work to be done
But my PC offers Dope
Damn my addiction!
One two three four five,
Six seven eight nine ten el
even twelve thirteen.
I have a headache.
In the corpus callosum?
No, it’s the cortex.
Feed me some honey
Bees do all the work, you know,
And it’s such sweet goo.
Mushroom Pizzas - Yum!
Now head dogtalk the fleagrade.
Shoehorn butterhorse.
Evoke an image
Syllable counting’s easy
Wipe it off and zip
[QUOTE=Zeldar]
Many years ago I got deeply into trying to compose some “real” haiku. Before that I dabbled in 17-syllable things for the fun of it.
One thing I really wanted to come up with would be a Horror Haiku. Seventeen syllables that really bring about the hair-raising effect of a horror story along the lines of a Lovecraft story.
Anybody want to try one of those? No doubt it would have to be absurd to boot. 
[/QUOTE]
Dread Cthulhu rises
In His eyes, He is Orkin
We are the termites
Azathoth gibbers
In the void between spaces
Not scary, just weird
Eldritch lore teaches
Black and legend-haunted tomes
Should not be Xeroxed
Ia! Shub-Niggurath!
Black Goat With a Thousand Young!
Yew are such a hoor!
Yog-Sothoth gets some
Wilbur Whately has a twin
Who favors his Pa
Spirit of the Air!
You must never speak the name
Of the dread Hast
I was gonna post
that Steve Howe is the greatest
in another thread
i try to write a
poem. i try to write a
poem. i try to.
As haikus often note the transitory nature of things, I offer these two cheesy reminiscences of my late 89 toyota, and the saturn sedan which, apparently, could not live without it:
Truck seems immortal
Snow and ice without rust check
Frame rusts all away
As soon as I leave
Saturn commits seppuku
Spouse must buy new car
[QUOTE=BrainGlutton]
In Great Debates
Disagree at length, with cites
No judge, no winner
[/QUOTE]
With apologies to The Office
Great Debates, he says
hath no winners or losers.
No. There are losers.
Hippopotamus
Antihippopotamus
Annihilation
Thanksgiving draws near
We’re off to Vermont with kids;
More pumpkin pie? Please!
Presidential jousts
Already weary me; still,
I back Obama.
Here I am at work,
Yet again the Dope distracts;
Good times, man… good times.
[QUOTE=fighting ignorant]
Hippopotamus
Antihippopotamus
Annihilation
[/QUOTE]
“Hippopotamus”
Is already five
Syllables; oh my!
For Zeldar, some Horror Haiku:
Hot teens in cabin
Have sex? Sure, but then I will
Kill you all with knife.
Cute blonde embezzler
Checks right into Bates Motel
Why not take a… bath?
Freddy Krueger was
Not a nice man when alive;
Dead, he’s even worse.
Some friendly advice:
Don’t buy houses built atop
Old Indian graves.
Looks like a nice car,
But Consumer Reports would
Never praise Christine.
Here, Mr. sock puppet hand
Taste these here delicious chips
I will lick you clean.
[QUOTE=Cluricaun]
Here, Mr. sock puppet hand
Taste these here delicious chips
I will lick you clean.
[/QUOTE]
7-7-5?
[QUOTE=Elendil’s Heir]
7-7-5?
[/QUOTE]
Shite. I get a little excited from time to time. Let’s try again:
Guess what Mr. Whipple?
I am squeezing the Charmin.
What’cha gonna do?
Particles collide
Creating mini-black holes
And urine-soaked pants
Alas, actor who
Played Mr. Whipple has now
Squeezed his last Charmin.
I came back to say
To all of my Doper friends
Happy Thanksgiving!