In an effort to bolster the ever-assailed decorum of the Internet, Mollygood looks to poetry with Someone Haiku. Each day – using 17 syllables or less – you’re given the opportunity to wax poetic about some piece of flotsam or jetsam that’s washed up on the shores of Mollygood. Hopefully this Zen practice will not only bathe you in self-discovery, but also bring a touch of Eastern class to a global network of information that’s devolved into nothing more than tit websites and provocative MySpace pictures.
Today’s Someone Haiku winner is lale:
Please insert “Outta”,
and don’t let it refer just
to the closet. Bye!
So many layers to that haiku. Well done.
Of course, new one beyond the jump.
For today’s poetry contest, “for inspiration” (ha!), use this photograph of Madonna, who clearly isn’t going to let her age stop her from being physically intimidating. Good luck.
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Some questions for Madge:
Got tickets to the gun show?
Which way is the beach?
steroids not just
for baseball players
anymore, but
soccer moms too!
No wonder she’s bi!
Its harder to pick just one,
when you’re yourself.
Crap I left out a word…I meant:
No wonder she’s bi!
Its harder to pic just one,
when you’re both yourself.
Material Girl
lost battle to the scary
Hermaphrodite Madge.
Your haikus are supposed to be clever, not sexist.
Madge, of all faces,
Last through incarnations,
Next: The Terminator.
Oh snap!
LALE!! Congrats Hag.
What big arms you have -
The better to you up
in my love, my child.
We can’t cry for her.
But shed a tear for Ritchie,
she’s buffer than him!
Why the bodyguards?
Looks like she’d take anyone
who dared to attack!
Is it just me or
would you pay to see her kick
Clay Aiken’s ass too?
Midge, how many times
Will you reinvent yourself
To remain current?
Just do it. Again.
And again. Yeah. Hard Candy.
Macrobiotic.
Thanks, Lisa. I’m glad to revel in my haiku hagliness. I’m sitting this one out- the competition’s as stiff as Madge’s penis.
I don’t have clever haiku’s so I merely sit on the sidelines. However, I’d like to point out the alarming fact Clay appears to be morphing into Chastity Bono and Rosie O’Donnel. Something to think about folks. He’s one pantsuit away from blowing his cover.
Sigh. the better to DRESS you up. I missed a word. So to re-enter:
What big arms you have -
The better to dress you up
in my love, my child.
Like a convict
in the yard
for the very first time.
Handsome man
Sings like Angel
Heaven Feathers in Wind
M-Dolla, The Champ
Squeezing Timberlake between
Massive Thighs, Sexy Back?
This competition is easy. just paraphrase cord.
isn’t going to let age
stop her from being
really intimidating
Some people look their age
Some do not - However Madge,
One must know when to quit.
When I’m Madge’s age,
with two kids, I only hope
to look that damn good
Old enough to be my
Grandma and yet
looks like Sarah Commers… yeesh.
shit…
Sarah CONNERS!!!
/dropped the ball.
delayed her Pleasure
avoided the Cliché –- she’ll
Die Another Day.
I doubt she really
has “candy in abundance.”
Hard candy? Though beans!
Bumbs and grinds you — like
a calf down on its knees. At
night we lock the doors.
Wow.. trying to write a haiku using Madonna songs made me realize how dull the lyrics are. Ring My Bell? Oh, and another one of those candy-love anologies?
My fear ain’t fading
fast — I know how you made it
through the wilderness.
I mean…
Bumps and grinds you — like
a calf down on its knees. At
night we lock the doors.