Create an absurd Haiku!

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New zit, upper lip.
Resembles Fujiyama,
Social contact, NO!

Espresso on stove
It starts to bubble and steam
It is time for Peets

Cheap nail clippers
Fingers become all scratchy
Remove contacts first


Canon camera,
Occassionally defective.
Need to take it back.


Scotland goal, one one!
Later on, unjust free kick -
Silence of the Void


Keeper, green like leaf
Fails to hold speculative
Shot - Croats happy

Thanks for the good cheer
Our kind, Elvish Doper friend
Same to you and yours.

Anthony Powell Open Spoiler

Twelve volume novel
A Dance to the Music of
Time, in haiku form:

Widmerpool strange man,
Blamed for my friends’ deaths in war,
Dies while running nude

Right back 'atcha; but
While I am a friend to Elves
Still I am a Man.

Morning bike ride done.
We’ll be eating turkey soon.
Get the Pinot Noir.

D’oh! I Failed to count
Syllables in first two lines
Hence vanity bump
ETA - Don’t know
What it stands for. But I got
Correction wrong too

Whoops, I’m quite sorry
I don’t care for Tolkien
Time to go brush up.

Turkey roasts in oven
Perfectly seasoned and brined
Where are the giblets?

Astride the cool brook
Tadpoles burrowed happily
Clinton will not win.

Sisyphian glyphs
There then gone again
Return there daily.

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Tasty salty kiss
The ocean calls hungrily
Embrace before Death.

Cartooniverse

Not quite sure you’re meeting the β€œabsurd” requirement there, my poetic friend.

The wise truly know
That β€œabsurdity” is in
The beholder’s eye.

Five syllables, huh?
Wait, shouldn’t that be seven?
Nope, it’s only five

Who dares suppress art?
When the world abounds with shit.
Absurd words will follow.
Beat me with your cell
Each smack against my bosom
Makes my bra cup ring !!

There. :smiley:

Oh, come on now. You
Want me to believe all that?
Perhaps: I’m naive

After Thanksgiving
No breakfast, thanks - but for lunch,
Surplus pie awaits!

I’d like more posts here
So I’ll act more absurdly
My name is Max Ernst

Chewing an eye ball
I cut my tongue on the lens
Bad situation.