Fuck your useless prose.
Site is for haiku. HAIKU.
Eat my ass, you bot.

Autograph my ass
Sign your name across my fart
Tattoo my scat, too

Penis Elote
Fiesta Time in your pants
Comes off cob, creamed corn

Robots are perverts
Is there a demonic cause
or their programming?

We need to sign in.
Then all spam will go away.
I've said this before.

Is it Figpucker?

Damn fedrul agints.
They skairt of the HAIKU POWR !
(That's why they spammin'.)

If they can't get rid
of this recent cut/paste spam,
then close this site down.

New Haiku Zoom Call
Meet all your favourite poets
You won't catch Co-vid

I miss Bugs Bunny.
I should dive into YouTube.
Lost in nostalgia.

Why do we do this?
Year after year after year.
Until we are dead.

Take someone to lunch
Share a piece of your Whopper
with hungry seagulls

Is this now wholesome?
Hole sum -- adding up the voids.
All about nothing.

Only strange people
pour molten aluminum
into termite mounds.

Give someone flowers.
Someone you have never met.
Hope they're not married.

Hot spiced apple pie.
All beef hot dogs with dijon
on a fresh baked bun.

The only way out
Writing clean, wholesome haikus
What is there to lose?

I don't have friends
I mingle with the poets
and the great thinkers

Can't be vhs
Or the Australian person
How do robots post?

The spam bots have won.
This website belongs to them.
It's better this way.

Blow job. Modern Greece.
At the open air market
Fresh batch of hummers.

Do you ever show your
friends the stuff on here and laugh
at this sick, sick world?

Hand job. Ancient Greece.
At the open air market
Fresh batch of hummus

Can we just get back
to screwing dead elephants
like normal perverts?

This is just creepy.
And that right there says something.
Because I said it.

Jason Momoa
dropped his end of the sofa
That's why I'm cockeyed

The soda machine
My Orange Crush selection
Machine gave 2 dinks

Learn to ride a bike
Father wasn't a handyman
My bike had no seat

New Uncle tinkered
No one had a seat like mine
Pink ten inch dildo

A dish of car keys
Another swingers' night
Your friends are perverts

Wasn't my fault, dear
You left our monster dildo
in the dining room

He got a hotel
Defecated on the bed
Turned around. Checked out.

But those two inches
Transport you to a pure bliss
You'll believe in God

He has a huge cock.
Only two inches poke out
from his folds of fat.

Stop looking at it
My eyes are up here, beach folks
You fokking sardines

Six hundred pound life.
Who else pigs out while they watch?
Wide Load coming through

Breakfast for vampires
New! Blood Krispies Cereal
Start your night off right

Poopy poopy fart.
Pee-pee dingleberry queef.
Booger tampon juice.

I prefer the spam
To all your juvenile trash
More interesting

Spam. Seriously,
Can Janis get a blocker?
Does she still run this?

Spam. Seriously,
Can Janis get a blocker?
Does she still run this?

Do you suffer from
Haikumatoid Darthritis?
Longpig Diet Cure.

Ten layers of shit
with alternating layers
of fromunda cheese

Well, it looks like that
I chopped it off for nothing.
Maybe fishing bait.

Playing with myself.
Hot Wheels racecar track set.
What were you thinking?

Playing with myself.
Hot Wheels racecar track set.
What were you thinking?

John Wayne Bobbit's schlong.
Surgically reattached.
He was remembered.

Do you remember
being dismembered, Ember.
Are you a member?

I chopped off my schlong.
Lewd posts should now disappear.
If your theory's true.

Darth's penis (nice one)
The author of these lewd tales
I took dictation

If I had eight arms,
I'd masturbate to Seven
Sea Prawnography.