Youth’s ardour now quenched
Alas love’s sweet song now soured
cupid you wanker
God will the haiku never stop
I hear you ask…
Category: haiku
Another haiku for you…
Yes, baby Jesus does indeed hate your guts
Moist…plump…succulent
Juices flowing, steaming hot
a waste of turkey
A haiku for you…
And on a Thursday too…
Childish and purile
should know better at his age
plus he followed through
Monday baby yeah!
I don’t really mean that can you tell?
Extra spicy please…
Flatulence just like fire
screams on the toilet
Something to finish off your Sunday
Now the kids have two mums! Bonus.
BFF and more
Husband no longer needed
so many plusses
A haiku kinda thing for Tuesday
Beware, beware as you fondle down there!
In the locker room
he learns and yearns, she declines
Not that kind of girl
Happy Sunday!
Beware, beware as you fondle down there!
Alone he explores
lubricated penetrates
oops, where did it go
Something for the weekend sir?
In your face haiku!
Complacent lovers
Just going through the motions
minds wander elsewhere
Friday baby yeah!.
Here you go.
Romance rekindled
they think that they still have it
time’s taken it’s toll
Hey, psst, got this for you.
Fancy one of these?
a slip of the tongue
as they slip between the sheets
flaccid and forlorn
Happy hump day
No, too early for that !
Plump stockings filled up
with Cristmas Innuendo
It’s still November
Hey Tuesday, yeah you.
Have a good one people!
Much beer consumed
the bromance intensifies
and boundaries blur
I would do anything for love…
But god no thanks ain’t doing that…
dating going well
she breaks the fart barrier
Arse like satan’s breath
I would do anything for love…
But god no thanks ain’t doing that…
imagination
unleashed rampant and savage
in his head at least
Promiscuity in the eighties
Watch out for that poor bathroom hygiene!
Aids rampant ran wild
he insists he’s been faithful
dead now so guess not
Oops
So terribly sorry
She, most unimpressed
a miscommunication
he pleads innocence
Barf
Dirty bastard
his inner caveman
the habitual scratcher
loves his own odour
Come on gents, we’ve all tried it right?
Right? Hello? Hellooooo???
thinks she’s losing weight
comes home early, discovers
why her pants don’t fit
Oh the shame
Wait until the coast is clear
Sour grumbling tum
Thought that the coast was clear
“hold the lift” she cried
Lets get back into these shall we…
As I recall he insisted he had spilled a drink in his lap…A friend of a friend. You know…Darren.
extreme hand holding
Journey of discovery
hot trouser splooshing
More things to tut at.
We all need something right?
October at last
sugar sweet and fancy dress
things under the bed
Haiku? Senryu? Either either.
Another of these. I’d just pass it by to be honest.
Naturist moved in
insistent on dancing nude
Police at the door
Check this out. It’s frightfully grown up.
Well it was when I set out…
sun slowly fading
first signs of autumn changes
dog shit ‘neath the leaves
Okay so I started trying to do a proper one but mostly I am then just drawn to images of leaves on the ground and we all know what leaves on the ground means right? No? It means dog shit hidden by leaves. You cant go running through the leaves and kicking them playfully anymore for fear of whipping up a Doberman turd into the face of a passing child or being late for school because you have to head back home to clean the crap out of the kids school shoes.
No, I am not ready for Autumn yet because it will inevitably make me grumpy and complain about dog owners a lot and it has so been a pleasant summer.
Tuesday baby yeah!
Sorry that’s a bit fake isn’t it. I’m trying to be positive…
Left curtains open
danced like nobody’s watching
awkward neighbour stares
A Sunday early morning quickie.
Actually I think it’s still the middle of the night. Oh well.
Hot throes of passion
unbridled…unprotected
dull family sedan
Afterwards 