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|Posted by: Rapierman Jan 21 2007, 05:55 PM|
| A worker bee goes
to seek out its only queen
where two becomes one.
|Posted by: dimension_drift Jan 21 2007, 10:19 PM|
| <non-haiku:> How long since I last saw one of these threads? </non-haiku>
Language knows its bounds,
Yet there where Babel did fall,
<non-haiku> God, I'm outta practice... </non-haiku>
|Posted by: Shoka Jan 22 2007, 02:19 AM|
There's a girl who's got warmth, looks and wit,
Who, for some reason, wants you there quick;
But you now agonize
Over whether it's wiz3...
That's a very tough call, bro - now git!!!
|Posted by: snark Jan 22 2007, 04:42 PM|
Quickly! Git yerself onta yer scooter,
And go ta the gal with the 'puter,
'Cos to save it from zaps,
She has let her clothes lapse,
And you might get a glimpse of her... big toe.
Er... sorry about that...
|Posted by: Fithel Jan 22 2007, 05:39 PM|
| Largo the ronin
abiding in a strange land
still the warrior
but changes must come
opponents are different
new tactics required
the quest to be l33t:
must adapt and overcome.
Largo will become......?
|Posted by: Shoka Jan 22 2007, 05:41 PM|
Yesh! 'Tis the snark!
(cue the duelling banjos)
My friend, it's no more than your duty
To go forth to the aid of that beauty;
When you get to the scene,
It's a web-pirate's dr34m;
You are bound to find all kinds of b00ty!
|Posted by: snark Jan 22 2007, 07:24 PM|
Rumours of me forgetting my password are only slightly exaggerated...
We must pity our poor matey, Largo,
Who is strugglin' against an embargo:
"The computer might fail,
Ye must not yet set sail
To examine yer good lasses cargo!"
Though that treasure would be without par,
Still I hope it does not go to far.
If I may take a punt
I fear Fred would disgrunt
If the story became rated... Aaarrrrrr!
(* Like an irish haiku, but with a more piratey accent.)
|Posted by: Shoka Jan 22 2007, 11:30 PM|
Weigh yer anchor, board ship, and embark 'er,
For the tide may yet turn if ye park 'er!
So shake out all yer reefs,
And then haul home the sheets,
And sail yer ship straight to her harbor.
With the way folks are doffing their clothes
And leaving their bare skin exposed,
It has come to my mind
We've left 'PG' behind
Some dozen or so "strips" ago.
*Like a cornish haiku, but saltier.