Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"Scat Penny Haiku"
By Steve Plonk

To pee, or not to pee,
Is that the question?
Whether pointers or
Sitters be--
Yet, we are all joiners,
Making the world wet...
This we must not forget.

"Scatty Penny Haiku"
By Steve Plonk

I'm proud to be
An American,
I'm happy to be free,
But I wish I was a pit bulldog,
& John Boehner was a tree...
I'd wet him down & he would cry &
he'd call his wifey to dry his eye.

I piss you a hairy patch of sweetness.
No crabs, please.

Thank you, Jimboloco, for stinting so licely...
Gotta nudder one fer yuh!

"Scatty Goobers for Heaven Haiku"
By Steve Plonk

(a)
There were lotsa scatty goobers
Who dropped all their loobers,
To try to capture farties--
Rubes, too, were roped in
The vigilant corral--
Where they bellowed like cattle
Over apocalyptic prattle,
With vertical smiles
Holding their drooling chiles,
Were disappointed by
A tongue-tied preacher,
Who misinterpreted a biblical teacher,
Captured everyones achy breaky farty
With musical notes off the charty...
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(b)
Hearty har har, goes Christy in her flash car...
Sorry about that, Henry Gibson,
But my sight seems to turn like a prism,
Flashing & dashing & dipping my wick,
Until my hearty goes tick, tick, tick...
These fake revelations make me sick, sick, sick...
So let's wait another ten yarn,
Then, another rube, good lasso-er
Will come along with a big corral,
To turn regular ears into a sows...
Oxycontin to the unwashed masses...

Little North Korean leader
Asks to be appeased,
So, let's send the SOB
More "kraft mac & cheese"...

We not want funny
Suitcase atomic bomb
Rocketed into a
Backyard in territory Guam...

Batman robot caught the Dzhokhar,
That ethnic Chechen didn't get too far,
After he fled from that stolen car...
They converged upon him in a backyard boat,
Captured that bloody Dzhokhar sloat...

Dzhokhar was such a stone faced killer,
That he ran over his own dead brother...
Hope he's thrown under the jailhouse,
Because Dzhokhar is a bombing killer louse...

Boston, I hope, will now rest in ease,
Now that those Chechen bombers
Aren't in the breeze...

Time to refresh these poems. Readers, I keep them cards & letters coming...