That’s “Excalibre”.
And yeah, I got that, and yet . . .
“Giraffe” seemed too nice.
Uncultered Gai-Jin
Irish clovers wilt in Fall
Soft stems keep sheep safe
Limerick Rant threads
Lick my left one in summer
My boot up your ass
What’s wrong with “asshole”?
It fits like an autumn coat
Spotty is just sad.
“Spotty” makes you sad?
Poor Giraffe! Spots is what you’ve
Got, any season.
Excalibre, yeh,
I knew that, but needed two
Syllables, not four.
Sniff… Why so formal?
I thought we were friends! Winter
Bleakness fills my soul.
Cheer up EdTedFred!
Your name parses down nicely
and keeps a spring time rhyme
My car broke down too
Three thou to fix my hoopty now
It’s epidemic!
When shopping for food
Keep cart and bod out my way
I will crush you flat
At least you have change
Of seasons, bonfires and leaves
We just have hot sun
Apologies all
last post, like autumn tree branch
of leaves, lacked its rant
End of summer brings
End of college town leases
Friends homeless for night
People on the move
Like migrating birds each spring
You can’t use my truck
Alcohol. Cell phone
Great inventions on their own.
Drunk dialed. Disgrace
Insomnia- I
Think tomorrow I will be
irritable. damn.
Summer is coming
Sunshine outside all day long
Winter at my desk.
My mid-week weekend
Two days - Tomorrow, Friday
Ugh. Weekend callers.
US fuel price high?
Come down to Australia
and see what high is
Hai - jackings!
1)
Our good friend Excalibre
That poetic dabbler
Doth invective in haiku spew
While the cool kids do clerihew, nu?
2)
The syllable-headed ones, endlessly counting
the beats of their phrases like beans in a jar
caring little for reason and nothing for rhyme
their grasp of words stops at how many there are
These silly bull-headed ones, spending words meanly
the better to make meaning hard to obtain
a ladybug crawls, a raindrop does....*something*....
And springtime has ended. Hey, look, ma -- no brain!
An Horatian attack-ode, savaging haiku?
That's something no poet would ever expect
Pindar (the wimp) said "Soup, this form can't *be* rude!"
"Wanna bet?" I sneered -- folks, I think I'll collect.
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Shall I compare haiku to moldy tripe?
For Edmund Spenser’d sit up in his grave,
read one, then use the parchment scrap to wipe
a better poem from his anal caveIs fourteen lines enough to mend and save
the damage wrought by haiku in a few
brief chirps writ down when poets misbehave
and leave their readers searching for a clue?At five feet long, each clad in velvet shoe
the rhyme scheme planned and followed to the end
a sonnet speaks of what is pure and true
and bids the fair Erato to attendHaiku’s word-salad isn’t worth a damn.
The Poet says “I think, therefore iamb!”
The King of Soup sneered at the verse
Of haiku-ing Dopers. What’s worse,
He larded his speech
With pastiche 'pon pastiche
Of great poets, to call down a curse
On the heads of haiku-ers. But damn!
Why should clerihew, ode, or iamb
Sneer at Japanese form
As an ab of the norm?
This is cultural imperialism, Sam!
This kind of rhymes:
Oh shit!
The big shots are going to play now. I quit! 
Pastiche?! You’ve accused
this poor humble poet of
verse that’s been used?!
Explain – and right quick –
Your haiku-fan sass:
You don’t want me double
dactyl-ing your ass.
Seriously, what do you want – a sestina
in classic Italian, with verses that mean a
Rennaissance in the poetic arena?
Eddie – don’t be a
poetic hyena.
I fuck up haiku
EddyTeddyFreddy says
I hang head in shame
:o
I’ll get it right this time. 
Listen, clueless bird
the world is not your toilet
Plop! is bird’s response
Mind your own business
ye office busybody
back to your cube, bitch!
Calm yourself, Soup King.
Be thou gazpacho this day
Let the chili chill.
Oh, It is on now.
Spring light brings monkey warfare
Limericks be damned
But Monkey needs nap
Work too much sleep odd hours
Morning victory
Tempers grow hotter
Volcano will sputter
Excalibre. Giraffe.
Undies in freezer
for about twenty minutes
relieves cockiness
Whole Foods sushi sign:
Genji Sushi. I misread
as Gaijin Sushi.