just a few bits and pieces
A chap with a taste for wild nights
bought a hooker in basque and black tights
unprotected he played
wife found out that he’d strayed
came home scratched and all covered in bites
Young lovers but still in their teens
hormones on fire and tight jeans
got knocked up by mistake
what a big one to make
Oh well, so much for all of your dreams
A POTUS hailed “Son of a bitch”
as the players stood firm on the pitch
don’t you dare take a knee
it’s offensive to me
and my white privileged buddies, all rich
Blanketed in bliss
Fatties in space – The Poem. Not for kiddies
Daily Haiku’s are so last month. I think it’s time to bring back a more meaty haiku ensemble a little less frequently.
Daily Haiku’s are so last month. I think it’s time to bring back a more meaty haiku ensemble a little less frequently. The deal was to take the rather serious haiku form and treat it with a little disrespect and hopefully a dash of humour.
Secret Santa? No?
You make baby Jesus cry
Doing shots, fun times
Chug chug, life of the party
threw up on the bed
Oh bugger my subconscious seems to be wandering to Christmas already. No, no, no – that simply will not do!
Got the kids a dog
cavorting, barks of delight
urine stained carpets
Taking out the trash
cabbage juice on my good shoes
bloody cheap bin bags
That’s more like it. tales of the mundane. Maybe 3 more. That’s like a weeks worth of daily late night haiku right there.
Check Donald T’s twitter feed
juices flowing now
Donald: Players must stand
Women, non whites, poor, sick and
Muslim can kneel though
Oh Orange moron
with your juicy puckered lips
just ripe for prison
I know, enough is enough.
Your lunchtime limerick 30/9/17
Late night limericks
My neighbour Ifraheem