Because I enjoy the art of haiku nearly as much as I enjoy hearing little kids swear, I booted up my Twitter account earlier this day and fired off a few fall-related micro-poems of my own.
Satisfied with my poetic output, I was hovering my mouse cursor over the "Sign Out" button when another tweet from Mr. Black, this time a retweet from one of his followers, appeared on my screen.
Before I could finish reading it, however, another autumn-themed poem popped up.
Followed by another.
And another.
And another.
From all across the Twitterverse followers of Michael Ian Black were filling my feed with 17-syllable morsels of hilarity. In fact, so clever were these haikus that I thought to myself, "I should pick the best ones and compile a "top-five" list for my web log."
So I did.
Have joy.
So I did.
Have joy.
Top Five Haikus For Autumn That My Mom Would Never Hang On The Fridge
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
I consider it important to note that I do not condone binge drinking, candy tampering or grave robbing.
Oh, or beastiality.
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A haiku for my bitches:
ReplyDeleteYou, workin' the skreet.
They know you as Supaskank.
Where my money, bitch?
(Finger snaps.)
ReplyDelete