Surprise!
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
he calls her name loud
back arched, the throes of passion
she stirs from her sleep
Just a normal non weird kinda effort
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Once a placid young chap from Brazil
Snapped, killed his wife with a drill
Said “she would scream and she’d shout
And my patience ran out
As her voice was quite loud and so shrill.”
The smell of blood and gunpowder mixed with the crack and fizz of musket balls filled Abel’s senses
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words only. I’m less strict about that now. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene.
The smell of blood and gunpowder mixed with the crack and fizz of musket balls filled Abel’s senses. Cold steel met soft flesh and a young lad, no more than 18 years old, collapsed lifeless next to him – dark blood seeping into his grey uniform. His heart thundered like the endless roar of cannons trained on their position from the ridge and he took a drink from his canteen.
Looking over to where General Lee stood he reached for his revolver. It was time to end this war.
He raised his revolver but before he had chance to squeeze the trigger there was a flash of light and he found himself back on the table in the departure centre.
“Change of plans Abel” came a voice over the comms, “were going to let the war continue a bit longer.”
It’s nearly Friday, chin up
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
There once was a buillder from Leeds
Had no kids as he wonky seeds
and his wife’s now devout
With her belly stuck out
“…Miracle, I’m no trollop” she pleads
Jiggly and squishy
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
candles lit lust thrives
slow undress flesh revealing
pink man boobs heaving
Just loves how it feels on his skin…
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
A Preacher shouts “By God I’m blessed”
Yet at home you would find him cross dressed
French cut panties all lace
Basque pulled taught at the waist
really loves how it shows off his chest
Another day another silly haiku thing…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Shared bathroom shelving
lotions, potions spill over
single razor blade
Who’d have thought
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
A gym bunny, just one of the boys
Wanted mass so he turned to the ‘roids
As his pecs grew quite thick
He lost sight of his dick
He don’t care ‘cos he flexes with poise
Ill take any reaction on this one..
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Donald, tanned jabba
Rancid Pepsi cola belch
Touching your granny
I’d not read this eating your tea
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
A young chap thought that he would perhaps
Enjoy butt sex then his sphincter collapsed
Oh my god came the shout
As his insides dripped out
It’s like someone turned on the shit taps
Another day another silly haiku thing…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Long legged beauty
Slender, shapely, long necked
Dirty giraffe thoughts
Aah that feels better. Not a mention of the seasons or little golden leaf boats or winters icy fingers…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Lesson well heeded
Never gamble on a fart
Worse first date ever
Dirty dirty man…
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Once a preacher condemned fornication
And booze, porn, drugs and masturbation
Then was caught by the press
In lipstick, wig and dress
Giving hand jobs to men near the station
I know I know, “Liquor” and “Lick Her” are kind of the same
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Heard a tale of a quite horny Vicar
Met a nun and he wanted to lick her
From her head to her shins
Then forgive all her sins
Then smoke fags and do shots of string liquor
Aah that feels better. Not a mention of the seasons or little golden leaf boats or winters icy fingers…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
He watches her leave
His heart is hers, she knows not
Hid in her bushes
Aah that feels better. Not a mention of the seasons or little golden leaf boats or winters icy fingers…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
All senses heightened
all I can hear, all I see
Eat with your mouth closed
Yet another…
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Pioneer said, “Eureka, a plan
I’ll keep pigs on a farm in Iran!
Get your pork” he did shout
“Sausage, bacon and snout”
So they stoned him and blamed the Quran
Aah that feels better. Not a mention of the seasons or little golden leaf boats or winters icy fingers…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Took her on a date
She blew her nose, made me gag
Think she’s still single
All a bit wrong
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Chap I know met this lass on the net
Got him hot and into quite a sweat
The reveal was a shock
Turned out she had a cock
(And some big hairy balls I would bet
slowly easing myself back into senryu and haiku of a more ridiculous kind.
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
First time sleepover…
Hes on the spectrum you say?
No hes just a shit
More of the same
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Once a POTUS said “Give them all guns
to the teachers, the kids and the mums
to the poor and the sick
to the old and the thick”
“Oh Bravo” said his NRA chums
Aah that feels better. Not a mention of the seasons or little golden leaf boats or winters icy fingers…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
He turns from his wife
She cries into her pillow
Turns out he liked men
A real who dunnit…
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Once a widow in black at the grave
For her husband did cry, being brave
But when home she’d rejoice
At the fear in his voice
When with candle his head she did stave
slowly easing myself back into senryu and haiku of a more ridiculous kind.
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Flushed cheeks ,brow sweating
Tears down your cheeks, fire burns
Tikka masala…
A limerick because why not!
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
A fellow rotund, barrel chested
Would snore loudly in bed when he rested
‘till his wife cracked and screamed
Bashed his head as he dreamed
She slept soundly in jail when arrested
Afterwards 