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On discovering the haiku secrets website - a site not unlike Scrine - grudknows desperately wanted to be one of the first to add to the collection but could think of not a word, let alone many syllables.
I thought, when i received an email demanding my tea bag ode from Boot that it was to go on haiku secrets, so I posted but… for what it’s worth, here ‘tis:Used teabags don’t exist until they have decomposed nuturing the earth
He ran the free world Republicans hated him She was not that hot.
my cigarette salute to the rising sun is behind schedule now.
Hope springs eternal Scrine bird watching hungrily Brother Ezra sates
Advisor hates him Mongolian river rat Die, ratsucker, die
spidermonkey there in under where like tax man spank the bad monkey
Yank the teat gently, for it is not yours and the pleasure is not mine.
I excel at math; ‘soh-cah-toa’! But alas, my destiny: Ham.
Not a perfect date Her disappearing like that With that damn cowboy
Jimmy thought it rude divorce papers being served by that jerk in suede.
I recall wearing a white dress, then came the pig blood; vengeance was mine.
The syllable scheme of the haiku makes a poor sugar substitute.
Once you start writing Thrills will become obsession Your clever words haunt
My life, mysterious A paradoxical nightmare Sweet, yet bulletproof
No one eats the snood, but then, I’m not sure it goes well with potatoes.
Sure I stared at you, smiling naked on that wall. What young boy wouldn’t?
They will pat my back
And maybe say some nice words
Before they beat me.
No way you can peel yourself,
That’s right, you need me.
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