Because he wanted me to write him a penis Haiku:
Summer’s heat stiffens-
Mighty rod of manly depth.
Forceful moans echo.
*Note: Always check with Eric to make sure syllable count is correct, doe!
Because he wanted me to write him a penis Haiku:
Summer’s heat stiffens-
Mighty rod of manly depth.
Forceful moans echo.
*Note: Always check with Eric to make sure syllable count is correct, doe!
That’s so sweet. Wish my wife wrote ME poetry! *sniff*
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Interesting, but I though a haiku was 5-7-5?
How about:
A flaccid member.
Hanging wrinkled scrotal bag,
looks like elbow skin!
Sorry I am tired and at that point where everything seems funny.
Very impressive guys.
Now you’d think if I could write anything, I could write a penis haiku…..
I got nothin!
Awe Man Eric You busted me… it’s 5-8-5… gosh damned it… I miscounted syllables being silly yesterday… okay time to fix it.
BTW nice Haiku Eric! Much, much more creative than mine:-)
Substituting Muscle with Depth seemed to work to conform to the 5-7-5 mechanism.
For the record I didn’t ask her to write me a penis haiku, I merely tried to add a line to one of her haikus along the lines of “I have a happy penis” and she mistook that as a request for a penis haiku.
Still, it’s a lovely haiku as is Eric’s and I’m quite proud to have it on SEB. Hmmm. May have to try writing one myself.
Oh, oh… I misunderstood! Okay, Lesley darling of my life, how about this one then:
Raining milky tears:
I have a happy penis.
Gratification!
I came across this clever bit of Limeraiku yesterday and remembered having seen an SEB enry involving some haiku. Well this is 5-7-5, and there ends the similarity to the material in the thread.
Above ground roars sound
A droning buzz that just was
Too loud to be drowned
Gates of Hell did swell
Hordes of bugs, high as on drugs
Came out of their shell
Raucous their caucus
Reverie sans referee
Loudly they mock us
Sounds of cicadas
When they mate is ugly. Bug
We smoosh. Cruel, fate is
When under my feet
On the street a bunch I crunch
Their sound becomes sweet
Entomologists
Will be pissed that I deny
Them subjects they’ve missed
Found at http://www.punpunpun.com/7987.html
Check out the bottom of that page for some Serene Japanese Computer Messages.
I’m going to write a poem about my pussy!