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Sarcastic Haiku
A hundred people
All counting on their fingers
To five and seven
Your turn.
All counting on their fingers
To five and seven
Your turn.
Comments
Confusingly saying this:
"I do not get it."
Asshole is stealing our rights
And Scott doesn't care
Edmund the Bastard shows us
Awesome haiku skills
He sounds like chicken little
The sky is falling
Your left: Edmund the Bastard.
Your right: Apreche.
But in reality he's
A corporate tool
He thinks he's very clever
He desires Rym's schlong
But he can't handle the heat
His pants are on fire
Like Sokka in Avatar
The poets face off!
Rym come to bed, please; my gag
Reflex is no more
Older than any of us.
He's friends with Plato.
Computers since in bygone
Days he'd be a bum
Reaffirming his straightness
Homophobe for sure
Game he wanted us to play
He knew he was beat
Edmund the bastard is win
Scott will not break down
Will anyone volunteer?
Stop looking at me.
Old Edmund argues for fun
he loves lame word fights
What does Emily think when
Rym pounces on Scott?
Scott makes an awesome podcast
Edmund makes nothing
Becomes a gay wad of Scrym
I do love it though
Underwear perverts because
Scrym goes commando
On the forums loves the gay
Scrym deep down inside
Filled with comedy and win
I am addicted
underwear perverts because
he likes men in tights
When a contest of poems
turns to such humor
Who are we to question when
A man loves a man?
and a Spring Breeze softly blows
You talk underwear
Plus Scott and Edmund's fighting
Makes this so worth it
men in tights, roaming round the
woods looking for fights
People from staying in jail
Scott was in diapers