Blues Haikus
Never ending set
Too much wanking on stage
Fog means time to stop
Pat Boone of the Blues
Harmonica up your ass
Cry baby wanker
Blues Society
President tally your votes
Make your check out to me
Randy O's ego
Black Lincoln Continental
Chihuly eye patch
Harmonica boy
Dad in scrubs clapping loudly
Show me your strip show
Dobro up your ass
on your bad CD cover
Shirtless himbo porn
Where did your mama
Buy your lime green tie and hat
She got it from me
Drummers get rattled
too many harpist on stage
play in key, you fuck!
Hey big Blues Boss Man
Are you in love with the slideman
Lets see some pictures
Toilet seat cover
Dispenser in the chicks loo
who wrote your name there
Big glass white wine
Annieville's wet piano
Dripping off the keys
Why are you an ass?
Chestnut roasting on a fire
Your photo's are crap
Vacuum cleaner noise
Do you really it's good
go back to your elbows
Goats in your guestbook
What are these comments about
Mystery caprines
PLEASE POST YOUR FAVORITE
HAIKU, LIMMERICK, PROSE
AND KEEP SUFFERRING WITH THE BLUES
posted by Bunny'N'Chair at 9:03 AM
20 Comments:
Sad Bunny gone bye
Glad to have you back in Hell
Much more fun that way
Bunny and Murnau
Hitting Ballard Avenue
'Cuz we don't suck ass
Haiku syllables
Five-seven-five, not vowels!
Get it right, Bunny
Isaac Scott is King
Tom McFarland guitar rings
Conant sings and swings
Blues Ghost ramble
At Larry's in Pioneer Sq.
Another Slow Blues
David Brewer Plays
Too loud! you better stand back
Paint peeling boogie
blues clubs don't know shit I spit in your stupid face I will kill your brain
Poor rich club owner
Harp Boy defends your honor
When is the wedding
You know there are blogs that would accept this type of filth, perhaps even welcome it. There will be no anonymous smoking of my hog.
Blues Police Pinheads-Your Buns Reek of old Lunchmeat-You Should go Bowling
There once was a blog in Seattle,
Whose cages so many did rattle,
The Blues Nazi’s said,
“Off with his head!”
But they were merely nothing but cattle.
There once was a blog in Seattle,
Whose cages too many did rattle,
“How dare you” they glared,
When their oddities he bared,
And off to their mommies they tattled.
There once was a blog in Seattle,
Whose cages too many did rattle,
It’s a sad day in the news,
When you can’t laugh at the blues,
Because everything else is just prattle.
White boys with guitars
Neverending crap shuffles
Same old sorry blues
There once was a blog on the net
That made the Blues Nazis upset
They were all so confused
About why we were amused
By a humor they just couldn't get
Give me an award
Because I take your picture
You must think I’m cool
I’ll make you a star
Look happy when the lights flash
Soon I’ll sell your soul
Money in my bank
I don’t need your permission
Give me an award
No liquor license
Can't sell booze to thugs no more
No money for coke
If drive-by stupidity
Was in my vicinity
Would I be in Pioneer Square?
Stuff that ballot box
Gotta get me some BBs
Though I'm not worthy
A new blues-to-dont's
Same old shit, different day
Tell me, why bother?
Panties in big wad
Someone got their feelings hurt
Play nicely, Bunny!
one four five all night
same band, different lead singer
recycle the blues
Same songs twice a night
Repetition dulls the mind
Try a minor chord
Too many drummers
Time-space continuum rip
The cosmos is doomed
Blues Society
club for middle-aged groupies
false sense of purpose
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