What a crazy guy
Keeps writing poem entries
For haiku madness.
For haiku madness
No apparent remedy
Nor do I seek one.
Nor do I seek one
of those dumb wall-mounted fish
That sings those dumb songs
That sings those dumb songs
and can never harmonize
fish are for eating
Fish are for eating
I love a good red snapper
Or some fried catfish
or some fried catfirsh
or some fried cat and fried fish.
I’m not that picky.
I’m not that picky
I will leave my scabs alone
And let the sores heal
And let the sores heal
there are pills she takes for that
but no smooching, please
“But no smooching, please!”
Strange request, considering
We had just had sex
We had just had sex
and Keira snuggled in close
Mmm, that was real nice
Mmm, that was real nice
That clumsy waiter just dropped
My flaming kebab
My flaming kebab
Turkish euphenism for
My flaming homo.
My flaming homo
sneaking into my closet
stealing my dresses.
Stealing my dresses
May not be from a gay guy
Some straights cross dress, too
Some straights cross dress too
I saw Desmond in a frill
Tutu in Tutu
Tutu in Tutu
the archbishop and his wife
deserve privacy
Deserve privacy?
I agree: heard too much of
Tutu’s bishopric
Tutu’s bishopric
Saw it in a porn movie
“Nuns’ Filthy Habits”
“Nuns’ Filthy Habits”
“The Priest’s Dirty Collar” and
“Missionary Work”
Missionary work
would not be to my liking
I like fun too much