The joyous news is that my crush, the cuntfabulous Asher Smasher, is not jail bait and also is open to the possibility of being wooed by me. In light of this and his general inspirational existence in my life, I have decided to write a book of haiku verse dedicated to him. As a testimony to the revolutionary Muse-ness of him, I should mention that I have never written a haiku before…

Jiggle bags round and
jiggle bags soft, envelope
man. Come home to me.

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Asher, young and prime
inevitably shall love
and grope Tank’s boobies.

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Drummer mannie I
adore thee from afar I
woo incessantly.

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Ignore shy red face
lady loves talent in you.
Can I pick you up?

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Virtuoso you?
Many instruments you play
Make music with me.

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You destined to spank
My arse and pull my hair, I
wrap thighs around head.

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I gaze on fair face
to reach another level.
Jiggle bags perk up.

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Joyous grin and glow
Spread inside and outside me.
Asher wrote me back.

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Woman noise can sound
like harps, angels and faeries.
Learn new instrument.

Okay, that’s enough for now, 9 is the number of completion after all…

February 3rd, 2002 | Category: Haiku, Philadelphia, Unsanity | Subscribe to comments | Both comments and pings are currently closed