mullet haiku: new installment

From Melissa, our gal in San Diego (whom, let it noted, I did not call Mel):

fish fryin' thursday
tecate latte no foam
washin' back black beans


And from... um, some other San Diego guy, a holiday treat:

Turkey leg and beer
Happy Thanksgiving baby
You wanna get stuffed?

new mullet haiku from lorie

broken pick-up truck
waiting for pay day to come
american cheese


game in overtime
get me a beer, woman
make it a cold one


kids are hollerin'
dang dog had puppies again
goin' to the bar


you're sure real pretty
wanna take you for a ride
kissin' cousins now


my shotgun hangs here
rifle needs a good cleanin'
gotta be ready


lunch whistle blowin'
got fried balony sammich
wash it down with beer


[Ed. note: Extra points to Lorie for using "sammich."]

mullet haiku

I'm not sure I remember where the idea came from, but some time ago I wrote a couple of these and asked some friends to contribute. I found them buried in a folder and had a laugh. I don't remember whose is whose, so if you wrote one of these, let me know. Also, if you'd like to take a stab at a Mullet Haiku of your very own, send it to me!

Without further ado, Mullet Haiku:


7 Grape Kool-aid Packs
10 for a dollar Ramen
5 winning scratchers


PBR on tap
cockroach swims in foamy pool
Round Corner last night


cheese whiz in a can
tilt back head open my mouth
but nothing came out


Hamburger Helper
Spilt on my Auto Trader
S'all right, licked it off


the aroma of stale beer
the sweet sounds of John Bon Jovi
mom's home


Stop sign on dirt road
Taunts me with its brand new face
Hand me my damn gun


Family picnic
Sloppy Joes, Jell-O salad
Oops, shot cat - BBs


Gropin' for some boob
Trans-Am door slammed in my face
I don't need that tooth

because excitement doesn't get anymore excitinger than this

The trailer for Star Wars Episode III.

Ironically enough, it is Ralph Nader who has the words of inspiration on this sad day. He quoted I.F. Stone.

The only struggles worth fighting for are those you lose and lose and lose and lose until you win.

our man patrick henry. 23 march 1775

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.