Yesterday's haikus allayed all the fears we had that requiring registration to comment would dampen people's interest in daily poetic musings. The contest was better than ever. Not only were participation and wit high, there was not a single entry that included an offer for free Cialis. Hooray!
After another hard decision, I've decided to name RCDC the winner:
Sex in a car crash?
Only good if James Spader.
Your tactics are old.
Not only did RCDC find syllables to mock Marilyn Manson, they were also able to reference an alright movie and better book. Cheers!
New Someone Haiku is after this.
Today, how about some haikus about everyone's favorite acquitted ex-jock, who is claiming that racism is behind his being asked to leave a Kentucky steakhouse this past weekend. That's right: OJ Simpson can't think of any reason other than being black that people would choose not to be around him. He kills me!
This is an almost perfect Someone Haiku topic. Good luck!
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Editor
O.J.,you slay me,
I bet you brought your own knife,
As per usual.
we reserve the right
to refuse anyone who writes
"how to" murder books.
oops.
we reserve the right
to refuse those who write
"how to" murder books.
Forty dollar steaks?
The real killer is this bill!
Am I right, ladies?
Come, lets go to KFC
Never turn brothers down
Not even me!
it is not black skin
keeps OJ outside hungry
it is his black heart
guilty of murder
guilty of much melanin
Kentucky Double
diaphragm shaking
when reading nedanye's post
other entries moot
Cash buys aquittals
Blondes, Cars, Cribs, but well-done steak?
That shit is priceless
Kentucky denied
Steak to Juice plus entourage
“Must be race!” he cried
With cash in my glove
Bought me some fucking justice.
Can’t buy a damn steak?
O.J. O.J. O.J.
not a chicken would go KKK on ya
if only you'd rhyme with O.K.
Sadness, tragedy O.J.=2.K.
Waitress dilemma:
Should I hand him a steak knife?
He ordered it rare!
'I love this party,'
OJ says with glee, 'it is
Such a meat market!'
I like my women
like I like my steak: bloody.
Anyone have gloves?
With my thing for blondes,
you'd think a safe Uncle Tom
would give me a knife.
Golf, cigars, booze, blondes…
Have enough vices but must
shout racism, too.
Mint Julips waste these girls;
walk into faitful grasp
of the real killer.
*fateful
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