Did the dog get bit by a rabid poet?
Touching what?
Get that haiku off me!
stinkin' rabid haikus.
and you know if you write a whole bunch of violent haikus that our friend Spinal Tapestry is going to come in here, don't you? It's like he has a sixth (or sickish) sense (stench?) about haiku.
Violent? I don't have a violent bone in my body, hardly, pretty much. And you think I should be worried about some piece of tapestry with a backbone? Ha. Nobody has challenged me to haiku since I've been here. I declare myself champion of haiku!
So there.
It was once a lovely fetus,
all milky white and glow,
at first it filled her starry womb
with hot and itchy grow,
but then it came to pass
that the little babe did cry,
became a rock of deadly things
to knot and twist in birth's canal.
If only she could fart it out
the bloody bastid could finally die.
Maybe you're just a misunderstood poet, Haggis.
Ooooo, Lala! Mindy loves ze French cheehueyhuey!
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