Paul never liked peace anyhow
Yes, haiku is back
And back with a vengeance, too
Five, then seven, five
It's bound to trick you
Most formulae are plastic
But there's no slack here
If you must know, dear
Haiku keeps me up at night
Slack is over there
Reflexive poems
Can seem autoerotic
If that is your thing
A wise man once said
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours
(He had a bad itch)
I really don't care
How hard you find poetry
Painting is harder
Innumerate people
Can't count to seven correctly
Are you one of them?
It isn't that hard
Use fingers if you have to
Though amputees can't
Won, too, tree, fore, fie
Pimp, sethera, lethera
Fie, fore, tree, too, won
I am the walrus
While my guitar gently weeps
Norwegian wood - good.
Yoko would be proud
But please don't ask her to sing
Just give peace a chance
Your mother should know
That I wanna hold your hand
When I'm sixty four
Jo Jo was a man
From Luton in Bedfordshire
He's not from Tuscon?
Will you still love me?
If I fell in love with you?
No chance, nowhere man.
John, Paul, George, Ringo
Sailed a yellow submarine
In strawberry fields
Paperback writer
Back in the U.S.S.R
Something in the way....
But enough of that
I wanna get back, get back
Hey! I said enough!
Contributors: | Karin, N, F, Grayman, Beefy, Eth, smrtypnts, dok, Kansas Sam, sarah, Karin&Mark. |
Poem finished: | 4th September 2003. |