BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! FUCKING BLINK RIGHT NOW!
up on the rooftop
click click click… spin… sigh. BLAM!
russian roulette works.
@1: Oh man, that’s a keeper.
You two were cool once…The Stranger tried to be nice…Shut up Pomplamoose.
I liked Pomplamoose
I would have won that contest
You are dead to me
Natalie is cute
Jack seems like a real douchebag
Fifteen minutes over
Pomplamoose: about
As indie and handmade as
Etsy resellers.
I would rather fuck
one of those ABBA bitches
circa eighty-one
Being a grownup
used to mean something, you know.
Then there’s Pomplamoose.
Man in LoveLab box
Is staring at breasts in the
LustLab box. Pervert.
Never heard of them
Then friend posted ‘Beat It’ link
She really can’t sing
Soccer Mom Music
Cantatas For Sonatas
But Too Twee For Tweens
Did you notice this?
Many poems do not fit
The syllable count
If she wore the beard
And he her ear ring in brow
Then Poop La Moms, see?
Stranger don’t like ’em,
they’re big doodie-heads, create
a stupid contest
People you must choose
From many poems written
Hope I get to go
People you must choose
From many poems written
Hope I get to go
Brissey holds a grudge
Uptight musicians get bent
Yarmulke? Woo Hoo!
Nasty unshaven
Overcompensated love
She is his beard now
Nasty unshaven
Overcompensated love
She is his beard now
Pomplamoose is lame
Dyme Def and Fleet Foxes, bitch
Ignore sucky locals.
saxophone ignites
oyster moans, priest grimacing
cloudily faintly
I hear Pomplamoose
Oh! Mudede save me from
my newest dispair
Returned the Hyundai
After embarrassing ad
Taking bus instead
Pomplamoose’s tunes
Wait. Check her hair. Beiber’s fare
sitting on her head.
Pomplamoose’s tunes
Wait. Check her hair. Beiber’s flare
sitting on her head.
BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK!
BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK! BLINK!
FUCKING BLINK RIGHT NOW!
Yeah, that’s not too bad
I guess. I’ve done worse. We’ll talk
when you lose the girl.
Neckbeard, neckbeard. Shave!
Girl can’t sing, so sings softly
Toy piano noises
Nobody mentioned
this contest was my idea
oops, not a haiku
here I sit broken
hearted tried to shit but only
pomplamooosed
Today’s haiku
Indie chick so hot!
Oh, love to touch the hinnie!
Goo on Hyundai face.
Today’s haiku
Indie chick so hot!
Oh, love to touch the hinnie!
Goo on Hyundai face.
Squirrel on the run.
Indie chick needs a facial!
Take that! Corporate Whore!
Just got logged on now.
Sorry for the multi-post!
Kiss my ass, you dorks!
All breathy voices
Cover pop songs in twee style.
Cute in small doses.
unironically
I groove to that xylophone
I regret nothing
…
My first draft:
an ocean of dongs
cascading down on your heads
I like them. Suck it.
(haha, dong)
her eyes freak me out
deep pools of faux-indie smarm
and he be a tool
To drown out these dicks-
blacked out, bumped Saxon records
alone last Christmas.
fuck your haiku, you’re horribly mean. they’re talented and hot and you’re all jealous.
For a male hunter
The trophy of a bull Moose
Is proof of gender
My lady came up with this one:
camera in front / but never make eye contact / quirky coyness law
you arrogant fucks
you should be call’d pompous moose
get over yourselves
Focus in, you two
Because in ten years you’ll have
Presbyopia
There are some really bad
Hiku’s in the current thread
with too many syllables.
Is it me, or does Seattle no longer feature Saturday night?
Total fucking graveyard out there …
ENOUGH with all this
Pomplamoose insanity!
Watch movies instead.
Pretty blue babies
Plastic bags are NOT a toy!
For culling the heard.
don’t tell anyone
but i might like pomplamoose
portlandia much?
don’t tell anyone
but i might like pomplamoose
portlandia much?