Posted by: coburn | May 28, 2008

filler post

As per the venerable tradition, in the noble form of the dodgy haiku.

Wikipedia also tells me that the 5-7-5 isn’t necessarily compulsory in English, so I just went with whatever. So not actually haiku then. Idea shamelessly copied from BigN.

Naruto

brash summer ninja,

summon your giant frog

with upmost stealth

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Love Hina

autumn bathhouse,

I fall over

with deadly precision

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Evangelion

nice tight clothes but

she’s incurably insane,

novel solution

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Claymore

my quick sword is quick

your fingers are tentacles,

I require more arms

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Kurenai

a young girls tale,

no you are not supposed to

be masturbating

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Death Note

sure signs of evil,

goodness gracious me

that boy likes crisps

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Fullmetal Alchemist

nothing is gained

without equal sacrifice,

hey look world war one

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Ghost in the Shell

Cool robot woman

you have just saved my life,

put on some clothes

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Soul Eater

were people weapons

I suppose I’d be

a spoon

My sincere apologies.

Coming soon, the first great post-modernist epic, addressing the topical issue of which of the ladies from The Tower of Druaga is the most attractive. No Coopa does not count. Or Jil.

OK, maybe Jil.


Responses

  1. hahahaha the Kurenai and Soul Eater ones were great.

  2. Indeed, the very depths of my soul were laid bare in the writing of those of my works which relate to the contemporary. ‘Tis sad that mere words cannot truly capture the profundities within my heart. I strive to overcome the limitations of form by spewing forth from the heart without excessive reflection. The slowly blistering ache of something of true thingamabob and so forth.

  3. I’d be a spork, rather than a spoon. Multifunction for the win.

  4. Excellent. Fatality.

  5. Awesome haikus. Loved the Love Hina, kurenai and GitS ones.

  6. Instant classic. The critical acclaim here is resounding and apt.

  7. You could’ve made Wikipedia tell you that.

    But the haikus are still sweet.

  8. My fine works prepared, I set off for WikiHQ in Prague by commercial jet, using one of my newer false identities. No common webpage would tell me how many syllables I needed. After exiting my cab and killing the guards at the door, I took the lift up the Wikitower, smoking a green cigarette in perfect silence as I waited to arrive. The doors opened on an elegant office, and I began.

    The bodyguards dead, I turned to the quivering Mr Pedia, who was younger than I had thought. I spun my weapon in my hand as I strolled toward him.

    “Oh, God, oh no.. Please….”
    “You will find my demands perfectly reasonable Mr Pedia. And I am sure that we both hope that this meeting will be a brief one.”
    “Not my eyes. Not my eyes! Don’t scoop them, please!”
    “Hey! This ain’t no spoon, punk. This is a state of the art 7 inch spork. Its legend dates back to the twelfth century and it can poke a mans’ head clean off.
    Thing is, in all the excitement, I forget. Did I remember to eat my meal on the flight over? And, seeing how this here spork may shortly be travelling its merry way up your arse. I think you have to look at me and ask yourself. Does he like curry?”

    My most unreasonable demands were met in full.

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