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
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
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.
“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.
7-7-5?
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!