It will still be here
long after we are all dust
haiku never dies!
haiku never dies!
seventeen syllables reach
immortality!
“Immortality!”
cackled the mad scientist,
holding high a pill.
Holding high a pill
The old congressman seems lost
Then held up a bill
Then held up a Bill
Hillary did, with a grin
randy ol’ SecState.
Randy ol’ SecState
We aught to call it SexState
Huh? Get it? Huh? Huh?
Huh? Get it? Huh? Huh?
Nudge, Nudge, Wink, Wink, say no more,
Still no? Me neither . . .
Still no? Me neither…
sometimes I am just too dense
head like a big brick
Head like a big brick –
Not the same as being built
Like a brick shithouse
Like a brick shithouse
I built after my wood one
Fell down while in use.
“Fell down while in use”
Will be on my epitath
Better than “Blewed up”
Better than “blewed up”
is to be blown, or to be
painted blue, I think.
Painter blue, I think
Ain’t the way to see movies
Avatar my butt
Avatar my butt?
Software for faces, not butts;
no tail for me, thanks!
no tail for me thanks!
I’m a vegetarian
I’ll just eat salad
I’ll just eat salad
I need a lot of roughage
To clean out the pipes
“To clean out the pipes
is going to take all night.”
moaned the organist.
Moaned the organist,
“My organ is just too small.”
His girlfriend agreed.
Foul! Plagarist! May a diseased yak squat in your hot tub!
His girlfriend agreed
He should prolly stop schtupping
The babysitter