i had this other webpage. the scabies one. which was the first one gene gave me before i moved over to sushi. and now gene is moving everything from the east coast to the west coast and clearing stuff out in the process. so i am rescuing all that i care about from the scabies webpage to go here so that it can be deleted. i decided all i really wanted still on the internet from there was our haiku contest page. so here you shall find haiku war transplanted.
(it’s really long so i am making it an extended read)
(gene, feel free to delete scabies now)
AAAAA-CHOOOOOO! HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKU!
jacob=sexual dogs, gene=scabies, michele=blow jobs JACOB AND MICHELE = WAR, FULL OUT VICIOUS WAR WITH NO CASUALTY LIMITS, NO NEGOTIATING, NO FRIENDLY FIRE, NO ROASTING OF MARSHMALLOWS AT THE FRIENDLY FIRE, NO GAMES OF “FIND THE SOAP” IN THE LOCKER ROOM, NO PEACE–ONLY WAR.
out of sheer boredom. both with work and discussing gayness. i am starting a new page. a contest page! so the contest is to submit haikus and then we’ll judge them (group effort) and then the winner will get a prize. i welcome prize suggestions along with haiku submissions. however, let’s be honest it’s not going to be much of a prize. my thought so far is that maybe for the winner(s) s/he/they could request a favorite dessert and i could make it and we could have a party. a dessert-eating party. cause who doesn’t like dessert, right? the problem with this is obviously marina and jenny who live too far away to have a dessert eating party. so we would have to come up with a different prize if one of them won. which we could do. i have faith in our ability to come up with prizes. could always send cookies or something too. or brownies. or cake with the frosting in a can. whatever. hmmm…or also i just got some discount tickets for marine world. we could go there. and ……everybody could chip in to cover the winner’s ticket. once again damn you marina and jenny. and gene. and anyone else who lives far away. who would actually submit a haiku in the first place. well anyway let’s not let me get ahead of myself. no prizes need to be decided on until i see if anyone actually sends me a haiku.
(i knew i could count on jacob. the one person who is possibly more bored at work than i am.)
Discussing the gays
They trip the light fantastic
Everyone’s jealous
-jacob
Soft white flakes drift down
Piled up drifts fell a tree
Life in dandruff hell
-jacob
Soft tongue probes an ear
Panting excitement, hot breath
Dogs are sexual
-jacob
wax build-up invites
my savage licking frenzy.
no one calls me dog.
-michele
i must make dessert.
meaningless, my life, this game,
i cannot win pie.
-michele
Jacob’s brain don’t work
I can feel my mind going
You damn dirty ape
-jacob
Jacob bored at work?
Haikus take thirty seconds
Their joy lasts forever
-jacob
August months drip sweat
Winter finds me icy cold
The life of a crotch
-jacob
Birds twitter in trees
I contemplate rolling hills
Tube tops and hot pants
-jacob
Sexual haikus
Consistent theme with Jacob
Dangerous at work
-jacob
Whispering warm breeze
Soft grass lifts me towards the sky
Wolves devour squirrels
-jacob
Sticky, salty, wet.
Oozing, coating private flesh.
No, it’s not butter.
-jacob
Jesus-looking guy
Gets a hummer from a nun
Son of God snowballed
-jacob
marina could date
and blow jesus looking guy.
why does she refuse?
-michele
Scratching itchy skin
Parasites now eating me
Scabies make me sad
-gene
jenny fucking nick
no fuck and i will be sick
come on jen, suck dick.
-michele
(oh shit i’m so sorry about that. i was trying to rhyme and it just came out.)
Michele’s dirty mind
Wishes Jenny oral sex
Someone is jealous
-jacob
fellatio sucks
never again with some lucks
not even for bucks
-michele
Michele’s a bad sport
One should give, thusly receive
Spirit of Christmas
-JACOB
Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp
Inappropriate haiku
Makes Michele saw “ew”
-jacob
ew ew ew ew ew
ew ew ew ew ew ew ew
ew ew ew ew ew!
-michele
Nonsensical words?
Paronomastically, you
waste away the days.
-Kim
Cosby lied to us,
There’s always room for Jell-o?
Not in bronchioles
-jason
Jenny, suck Nick’s dick,
Suck suck suck his dick dick dick,
Nick’s dick, a fine place to lick.
-jason
(oh, shit, I’m sorry about that too, but I was trying to rhyme “lick” and “Nick’s dick” and it just came out)
musical nonsense
papa’s tasty pizza crusts
friday night, okay?
-kristen
cake is so yummy
cheese cake, angel food, carrot
cake- I eat them all
-kim
insane alcohol
it’s the BEST kind of party
dancing with lamp shades
-kim
You were born today
Birthday is a joyous thing
Closer to the grave
-jacob
eight years till thirty
better start making babies
the clock is ticking
-michele
vote for me! I will
buy you all a tasty whore.
(gender of your choice.)
-kristen
oh michele ma belle
something something french something
french, michele ma belle
ineedyou ineedyou i neeeeed you
that’s all i needed to say
iloveyou iloveyou i looooovvve you
-michele’s secret admirer/michele’s figmentative imagination/michele’s invisible friend/ michele’s sub-conscious desires/michele’s pathetic life.
I do not think so
even if nick were still here
I do not give head
–jenny
Cheaters can suck it
Playah hatin’ my mad skillz
Moral victory
I’m talking to YOU, Ms. 10,000 votes.
-jacob
with ten thousand votes
you can suck my fucking cock
moral vic. this, bitch.
-michele
This foolish contest
Makes a mockery of art–
I wish I could win.
-jenny
Yes, Nick is long gone
But all hope is not yet lost
He is coming back.
-jenny
Nick is coming back
But still I will not do him
Unhappy Michele.
-jenny
Why should I do Nick
When I could be having sex
with eighteen year olds?
-jenny
click here to see the poll results for whose haiku was the best.
click here to see the poll results for what the prize for the winner was. (although erica won by getting the porn story sequel. but maybe everyone was a winner in that case.)
My only haiku that I’m proud of is the dog one. All of the others….well, I’m a little ashamed.
i’m a little ashamed of the one where i called you a bitch. i was going for funny, but come of more mean. whose the bitch now? oh it’s me. or the past me who wrote that.
most esteemed jacob,
in possession of the most
one-track mind ever.
and one might suspect
michele craved victory and
falsified that poll.
this represents a
dark day in our history.
chastise yourselves please.