Friday Haiku
Prongs of New Orleans,
Mutant Douchewank Jazz Fest,
Kelly’s thinking, “Prick!”
Hi. I have money.
Woo-hoo! I like guys with cash!!
Let me touch your ass.
— saulgoode42
Jurassic Park 4:
Revenge of The Asian Club
Hermaphrasaurus.
— Dr. Bunsen HoneyDouche
Kelly pulls Prong’s tie.
Now loop it in ceiling fan
And hang that sum bitch
— Franklyn DealorNo Doucheifelt
Oooze left behind by
Low tide of humanity
Douchageddon looms
— Dude McCrudeshoes
Job at Home Depot
Won’t happen if they see this
On her facebook page
— Vin Douchal
With most makeup off,
we learn that Ace Frehley was
hotter than we thought.
— Mr. White
Mardi Gras douchebags
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Right over hotness
— fidouchiary responsibility
Sin. Debauchery.
Four Prong flies his flag. The flag
That will taint her pooch.
— The Reverend Chad Kroeger
Blinded by the prong,
Both his nuzzle of drunk blonde,
And stab to the eye
— Condouchious
Prongs multiplying,
like spreading of disease, and
her eye’s infected.
Four? Maybe fifteen.
Douchebags and adouchtrements
can’t stop spreading ill.
Hi. I have money.
Woo-hoo! I like guys with cash!!
Let me touch your ass.
Fuccen porcupine
needs one of those quills shoved up
ass, but he’d like it.
The prongs mutate to
back of head. Is new species
4-prong-a-saurus?
Members Only coat?
That club sucks. Members are all
of doubtful gender.
Four Prong knows no fear
His game is telling the truth
Guess where those beads go
Jurassic Park 4:
Revenge of The Asian Club
Hermaphrasaurus.
Sorry Four Prong, but
you can’t get a do-over
with Douchie Awards.
She wakes hungover
Can’t tell yet if there’s regrets
Sees prongs, pukes green beer
Ugly choad with gimmick:
his spikes. Do hotts like that shit?
Their brains are vacant.
With most makeup off,
we learn that Ace Frehley was
hotter than we thought.
Mardi Gras douchebags
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Right over hotness
Wheeze mucks syllables:
should say “Ugly choad’s gimmick”
but can’t count today.
Sin. Debauchery.
Four Prong flies his flag. The flag
That will taint her pooch.
Ugly choad’s gimmick:
his spikes. Do hotts like that shit?
Their brains are vacant.
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(fixed)
That’s not a hot blonde
It’s the first bangable phone
Four Prong is loaded
Parade of douche-taint
Rolls down Bourbon Street of dreams
Leaves hotness in wake
One prong is missing
Sadly, it went through hott’s ear
Lobotomy time.
Pronger ups his game
Nuzzles sweet hip’d floozy hott
Looks uncomfortable
Lots of beads…..she’s showed
her boobies so much that they’ve
nearly disappeared.
Four Prong Etouffe.
Cuisine going downhill. Kelli’s
Future holds regret.
Did she earn those beads
By flashing sweet suckle-thigh
At that smarmy scrote?
Kelly whispers “Come
home with me. I need you.” He’ll
be garden weasel.
Blinded by the prong,
Both his nuzzle of drunk blonde,
And stab to the eye
March Madness: anger
stems from knowing this douchewank
touches hott women.
The happy ending
Spins Prong around on dance floor
Chokes him out with tie
We got ta go.
Jambalaya, Filet Four Prong.
Sorrow on Bayou.
oops^
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Emeril’s new dish.
Hermaphrodite Poo
With spiky douche sauce.
The doorman in back
wonders which idiot let
this asshole inside?
What’s that on her face?
Maybe fun Mardi Gras paint?
Or prong attack scar?
Can’t look away from
Her undies poking from shorts
She’s got a sweet pooch
That’s the last time I
will use hedgehog DNA
when spiking Prong’s drinks.
N’awlins, St. Paddy’s,
hair gel, Katrina create
poison…..as seen here.
Zombie in the back
Wants to eat this couple’s brains
Gonna go hungry
Kelly pulls Prong’s tie.
Now loop it in ceiling fan
And hang that sum bitch
Math: I see six strands
of beads. If six equals this,
twelve equals blumpkin.
How on Earth is it
possible that Prong has more
beads than Kelly does?
Girl, you must be drunk
to flirt with this ugly schmuck.
What is wrong with you?
Prongs has fashion sense
Of the third grade recess crowd
And disco throwback
Listen up, Barbie:
Four Prong’s built like a Ken doll,
only pricks are up top.
Chemistry: Her drink
was probably spiked with high
dose ketamine.
(Try that one again with 5-7-5 now…..)
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Listen up, Barbie:
Four Prong’s built like a Ken doll,
only pricks up top.
Job at Home Depot
Won’t happen if they see this
On her facebook page
Must be Fag Tuesday:
everyone who likes men hit
this specific club.
Thought in Four Prong’s mind
“There’s March Madness in my pants”
While bleeth prays for death
I don’t know what’s up;
feelin’ like hatter today,
but what else is new?
I have two weeks left,
then back to day shift, so I’ll
start missing Haiku.
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You guys will prob’ly
be glad for that change; perhaps
numbers will pick up.
Wheezer always leads
off haiku Friday. Steal all
my ideas from him. Sad.
Oooze left behind by
Low tide of humanity
Douchageddon looms
Kelly has great time.
It’s all fun and games until
She loses an eye.
New bleeth fashion trend
Wearing panties in public
Now, lose the douche please
She must want those beads,
This hedgehog isn’t sonic,
Just a mardi gras schmuck
Doc, I may lead off,
but I hope to set table
for heart of order.
Green panties at bar.
Kelly trolls for men. Llttle man
Leprauchan complex.
4-Prong wants 3-way
But two whites won’t make a Wong.
^That was a bad pun.
See what I did there?
A baseball analogy
during spring training…..
^oops.
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Kelly’s friends smell puke.
Where can it be? Don’t step on
it. Ewwww! It’s that thing.
Her eye of coitus beckons.
His brown eye of flattus honks.
Both eyes yearn yogurt.
“Parlez Vous douchebag”
He whispers in the bleeth’s ear
She cringes and farts
Like war plane decals
Each spike on his head brags of
A weenus he’s drained.
I want to see Prong
at new place on Bourbon Street:
French Drawn and Quartered
Kelly thinks he’s quaint.
In the way Canadians,
Enjoy college hoops.
This site could be called
4 Prong All The Time, Plus Some
Much material
Prong should plug gap in
Ring of Fire; if plates still slip…..
well, we tried to help.
4 Prong Wong wears white
He thinks his hair/clothes delight
Actually its blight
Franklyn’s “ceiling fan”
at seven-twenty-seven
deserves the front page.
Kelly liked his sense
Of humor. Until Four Prong
Said, “Pull my finger.”
Haiku 69?
Long way from days of hundreds;
I long for those times.
The prongs are multiple,
The tatt is rare,
The cash he must blow to photo with Hotts
Prong’s bad eyesight made
him take close look; he’s bummed. There’s
no Adam’s Apple.
Much later tonight
Prong will reek of puke and pee
Just like Bourbon Street
Kind words there, Wheezer!
Appreciate the kudos
But all mocks are good!
He’s dressed white and orange
He wants to be traffic cone?
I’d run him over!
I think I’m normal
But this chick makes me want to
Sniff her panties now
Kel’ has one taut bod!
That waist makes me want to, errr…
Lock myself in stall.
Yes! Yes, 900
The pull of Kelly is strong.
I hope she pulls me!
Sniff her panties now
My new fetish does scare me
But I will work through
Things I would do are
very disturbing to me
yet I will do them
Body beats her face
That tummy is so slamming
But face a tad rough
We can almost see
Her camarillo brillo;
Scrub my pots and pants
MC, she looks fine
and has pleasant demeanor;
just drunk with a douche.
Four prong is so wrong
It’s Anal beads he covets
Carnivale never the same
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Zappa song reference in haiku, Nice!!!
Speed Racer jacket
cock ring on finger poised, ready
face paint smear on crotch
Wheezer… I agree, but the body is better. This would be a case where a guy would say, “Pretty face, but her body makes her even better.” I posit that it’s just a bad picture.
Something akin to
the Loch Ness Monster was seen
in the bayous: Prong.
Prong thinks Mardi Gras
is great time to wear shrimp head-
dress to honor his.
Prong changed his name to
Prawn, fled to the Bayou, and
zyydec’d a co-ed.
French Quarter’s version
of Moulin Rouge is Prong’s red
shirt and windmill hair.
Lissome blondes with par-
ty beads fall prey to Prong’s spiked
drinks: Head Job Jizzies.
Prong made Mardi Gras
history when HE was crowned
she-male “Cajun Queen.”
Yanking his tie for
a tete-a-tete also works
for a tit-a-tit.
Its true the Revenge of The Asian Club.
Motorcycle Accessories:
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Love ya, but not 5-7-5. Try again, foolio.
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sb
New Orleans has a
new disaster on its hands.
the dire plague of prongs.