I would not shit you
you are my favorite turd.
If you live in outside Japan, are childish, and blind, there is no entry fee.
International Section entries, Children’s Section entries, and entries in Braille are free.
But you might want to read up on the rules because they cheat.
Here’s a winner
I decided that the following haiku is the best among his haiku accumulated over the year and the winner of first prize in 2007. As stated in his definition, Thum seems to depict a transient haiku moment through a window to the sea, finally giving an eternal quality to his dreamlike word picture.
diving whale
its tail fin balances
the full moon
– Hubertus Thum (Barsinghausen, Germany)
Somebody tells,
Sixty listens intently
then farts.
– Possibly my entry, tells of my transcendental fortitude while moving precious wind through my real rectum.
Haiku is total fag poetry. If you don’t talk about the moonlight on the water or some intricate blossom, you’re not doing it right. Feh.
Me, I like limericks and “Barnacle Bill the Sailor”. They may be doggerel but at least they’re not GAY.
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Oh and I do enjoy the haiku you posted. So totally non-gay. Refreshing.
Gretchen’s last blog post..It’s Octopus Time In Detroit.
Gosh, I haven’t heard Barnacle Bill since I was at college in marching band….most unique, that.
Oh, the memories.
Barbara
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@Gretchen:
There once was a hippie named Gretch
Who loves to comment and kvetch.
when she’s in the zone,
she will piss and moan,
and not even consider it a stretch.
@Gretchen: I agree with you about Haiku, but it can be a mind-bender if they are good.
@Barbara, I hope Gretchen will post her family’s version.
Sixty, you old fart, you’ve done gone and picked yourself a fairly shitty subject this time. I am reminded of the olde philosopher’s wisdom etched on the walls of the meditation stall:
Here I sit all broken hearted.
Came to shit and only farted.
Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself…
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“Who’s that crawling on my floor?
Who’s that crawling on my floor?
Who’s that crawling on my floor?
Said the fair young Mommy.
“I’ll suck on your tit and take a shit,
I’m Barnacle Bill the Baby.”
Gretchen’s last blog post..It’s Octopus Time In Detroit.
@Winston: well poop!
@Gretchen: Thanks! I hope the Wings win. (born in MI – hockey on frozen ponds.)