Haiku me, and you
then we will sing hoop dee doo
The haiku polka
The haiku polka
Dance macabre, all ye Dopers
Count your syllables!
Count your syllables,
On your finger and toes
The joys of Haiku
The joys of Haiku
“On your finger and toes” falls
One short of seven
One short of seven
I count, that’s one more than five
The sun shines brightly
The sun shines brightly
On my old Kentucky home
Foster, haiku pro
“Foster, Haiku Pro”
He said and passed me his card
I’m still amateur
I’m still amateur
Learning as I go along
The full moon was bright
The full moon was bright
And I turned into a wolf
Ran nude in the woods
Ran nude in the woods
Warm air flowing over me
Free, ev’rything goes
Free, ev’rything goes
how far we can strech this out
where ev’rything goes
Where ev’rything goes?
In Fibber McGee’s closet!
(Old-time radio)
Old-time radio:
Small bird inside reads the news.
Those zany Flintstones!
Those zany Flintstones
They bought some giant ribs, then
The car tipped over
The car tipped over
Or, 'twas I that tipped over?
Very shit-faced, me
Very shit-faced, me.
Six daiquiris – no problem.
Seventh one – I puked.
Seventh one – I puked
Everyone has their limits
Except me, of course
Except me, of course
Everybody Loves Raymond
(I am his brother)
(I am his brother)
Better than you, his sister
Sibling rivalries
Sibling rivalries
the fault is in the family
True friends are stronger