With words does ensnare
and all resistance removes
silver tongued devil
Haiku. Picture. Go.
I’m 83 don’t you know
Category: haiku
S-S-S-Screw you haiku
I’m 83 don’t you know
Lines mark loves years past
Love sees not times ravages
Hearts love never less
Screw you Haiku
Of Love and life
How do i love thee
Let me count the ways
Show me your payslip
Oh look a haiku. No, actually dont.
I promise I wont do more of these…
Gym kit malfunction
who’d ever have imagined
hidden in small shorts
I know I am a grown man and that I should know better. I know I can produce things of a more edifying nature. I know should be a better example to my children and generally a better human being but alas I am not.
Look what dad made boys! Don’t tell mum!
Oh yes screw you haiku
Bloody hooligan
Baby take my hand
As love leads me you follow
Into my trousers
Screw you haiku too
Don’t tell me you don’t relate…Winky face …
Sweet tender kisses
And until dawn do linger
Sunrise truth reveals
Yup. Screw you haiku.
Brrrrr
Winter’s icy sting
Frosted flowers glistening
Pale insipid sun
Screw you Haiku
And screw you resolutions
January first
Excited, much change ahead
Renewed potential
Look a haiku just for you.
Oh Im just keep on giving don’t I
Love wains, they try to
keeps it fresh in the bedroom
risky and risque
Haiku for you.
Because Im just the giving type
As time marches on
lifes toll shows in tired eyes
bodies grow weary
I shall persist with haiku
They’re mostly harmless
In suburbia
secrets abound and fester
until mardi gras
Another rubbish haiku?
Oh go on then
Stares at the mirror
Christmas excess took its toll
inhales and holds it
Yup another awful haiku for you .
Why not….
Proud of his conquest
though the darkness holds secrets
by day shame abounds
A haiku for you .
Don’t be that guy
The art of loving
often goes hand in hand with
the art of bathing
A haiku for you .
Don’t be that guy
Ageless, he parties
time passes by and alone
he ends drunken days
Each to their own I reckon
Let’s not be judgy now…
Works hard at the gym
buttocks toned and abs of steel
Yet secrets he holds
It’s like a haiku just not.
No need to thank me. No, really I realise there is just no need…
Oh sweet liberty
Gang banged by a Donald train.
Wall’s to keep you in.
Haiku maybe?
All depends on how you say’desperate’ really…
Piss soaked Christmas socks
Desperate times call for the most
desperate of measures
A haiku just for you. Yes you.
No need to thank me.
Hot moment ruined
by poor personal hygiene.
Balls smell like tacos
Here, a haiku for you.
well it has a 5/7/5 syllable thing going on…
Thinks he still has it
mostly she is wondering
if she dropped a stitch
Friday haiku anyone?
One day to go!
Counting down the days
November still, she rages
a long month ahead
Thursdays need haiku
They do, they really do
How do I love thee
Doting, heart full of passion
reciprocated?
Hey its a Wednesday haiku for you
There’s no hurry according to my wife
Filled with yuletide joy
Sleighbells and snow balls delight
have patience perhaps
A warning as the season of excess approaches
It’s not clever to have eight pints and a leftover turkey curry okay…
Excess indulgent
and without constraint consumes
loses all control
Monday. Haiku.
Hallelujah!
Realisation
emerges, charade no more
looks fab in gold shorts
Afterwards 