Err, Chef…
If I am not mistaken, many of your so-called ‘haiku’ are not haiku.
Any stooge can write 5-7-5 syllables, but for it to qualify as a haiku, each line must be an INDEPENDENT CLAUSE.
Therefore:
Would you like to see my list
of ingredients
would NOT qualify as a haiku.
Soylent Green llama,
Is it man or animal?
Charlton Heston knows.
Y2K’s coming,
The end of the world is near,
Enjoy a Big Mac.
Dick Van Patten dad,
Willie Ames, Adam Rich sons,
Eight is just enough.
Gary Coleman’s broke,
Brother’s jailed, sister’s dead.
Whatchoo talkin’ bout?
Erik Estrada.
CHIPS cop or Latin lover?
Poncherello rules!
Nutrasweet and Coke,
Sugar rush and caffeiene high.
Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce.
Your ass is so large,
It absorbs sunlight dammit.
Lose some freakin’ weight!
O purple llama,
Silly, silly llama friend,
You taste so darn good.
80’s station on,
What? Please no goddamned Enya,
Gonna’ slit wrists now.
Playing Scrabble well,
Got the triple word score, yay!
Aximaglumous.
Happy Holidays,
Be healthy, wealthy, and wise,
Joy to the llamas.
Llama, o llama,
My six-legged super pet,
Let me eat your cheese.
Jungle lord Tarzan,
Master of all that he sees,
But not the llamas.
Sail the Love Boat,
Meet television’s has-beens,
Oh god, not cancelled!
Llamas are the best,
They help you keep warm at night,
They taste good at noon.
O Valentine’s Day,
Have your love come for dinner,
Eat her with gravy.
That Homer Simpson,
He thought a waffle was God,
Mmmmmm… sacralicious.
O-S-C-A-R,
M-A-Y-E-R it’s spelled,
Llama bologna.
The llama is all,
It is our breath and our light,
Without it, nothing.
Don’t fear the llama,
It just wants to be your friend,
It will then eat you.
My llama mama,
In Alabama slamma’,
Why did you eat him?
Why do you eat Spam?
Is it because it’s healthy,
Or tastes like people?
Chocolate llama,
So delicate, so gentle,
I’ll bite your head off.
Naughty Courtney Love,
What did you do to poor Kurt,
You are no llama.
Ahoy submarine,
I love your long hard body,
Chock full of seamen.
Boobooboobooboo,
Boobooboobooboobooboo,
A ghost convention.
Misfits of Science,
We miss you on NBC,
Cancelled far too soon.
BA Barakus,
I pity the foo’ sucka’,
Keep me off that plane.
Pastrami on rye,
Is there anything better?
Sex cannot compare.
Riding the short bus,
Wiping the drool off the chin,
Corky strikes again.