White Trash Haiku (Found this on the Web; source unknown.)

OPTIONS Unemployment’s out. Hey, maybe I can git on Disability. BEAUTY Naked in repose Silvery silhouette girls Adorn my mudflaps REMORSE A painful sadness Can't fit big screen TV through Double-wide's front door BLAZE Distant siren screams Dumb-ass Verne's been playing with Gasoline again

A NEW MOON Flashlights pierce darkness No nightcrawlers to be found Guess we'll gig some frogs ALONE Seeking solitude Carl's ex-wife Tammy files for Restraining order DESIRE Damn, in that tube-top You make me almost forget You are my cousin OFFERINGS Tonight we hunger Grandma sent grocery money To Robert Tilton

DRAMA Set the VCR Dukes of Hazzard Marathon At 9 O'Clock DEPRIVED In WalMart toy aisle Wailing boy wants wrestling doll Mama whups his ass IMPOUNDED Sixty-five dollars And cyclone fence keep me from My El Camino GATHERING In the morning mist Mama scans Circle K for Moon Pies and Red Man HUNGER My shotgun misfires Loaded with soggy birdshot No squirrel for lunch

One other note: Jack Kerouac (the Beat writer of On the Road fame) wrote quite a few fairly nutty haiku, which he called "pops" and defined as "short 3-line pomes." He takes liberties with their form, and obviously sends up the seriousness of the genre—most of the time. (He did write some straight-faced ones.) (Source: New York Times, Section 4, p. 12, Sunday, April 13, 2003 and Book of Haikus by Jack Kerouac, ed. Weinreich.)

Two Japanese boys
Singing
Inky Dinky Parly Voo.

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Spring is coming.
Yep, all the equipment
for sighs.

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The windmills
of Oklahoma look
in every direction.