Birthday Haiku Again

Once again we have randomized our brains and lubricated our words with coffee – all for the sake of celebrating the birthday of a friend.  He has many names, but we call him…  Well, that’s not important.

Fucking piece of cake
It’s all up in my shit now
Exit only man

Big and hairy man
We love your huge bulk and heart
Your love kills slowly

I know what I want
A pony, a doll house and
A nasal lavage

Papa bear hug time
Baby bear grips a pillow
Lay back, enjoy it

We want you to dance!
Please sing more “Swamp Thing” for us!
Birthday blowjob, eh?

And there you have it.  Not exactly the most universal birthday haiku, but perfectly appropriate for our purposes.  Just remember:  birthdays are real, the rest is speculation.

-BRP

Birthday Haiku!

Narcissus – the birth flower for March.  Aptly named, for all you Pisces/Aries types?

a birthday so sweet
for the girl with the pink hat
with the short short hair

effervescent pink
happy birthday,  sexy bitch
you’re all kinds of old!

I’m a birthday cat
please rub my fuzzy belly
rub it now or DIE!

wee baby kittens
jumping and playing with stuff
endless soft touches

birthdays are like sex
wet, sticky and sometimes hot
baby kitten pie

you are the killer
of all that is Hobbit-like
magic and whispers

life spinning you by
like sand through the hourglass bitch
that’s what it’s about

pie, pie, pie and cake!
benedict and such happy
Hobbits are skittles

I can’t pretend that any of that makes any sense, but that’s you problem.  Oh, did you want some logic and formalism with your surreal poetry?  Maybe if you cry hard enough, Salvador Dali will come by and slap you with a fish.  Or maybe a tiny painting of a fish.  That’ll teach you.  CURB YOUR EXPECTATIONS! {[,]l[,]}

Um, I mean… I hope you liked those.   Yeah.

-BRP

Epic Birthday

    In honor of the 21st birthday of one of our own… we went to coffee.  Aaaand later, a few went out to a bar.  So it goes.  There are many ways to turn twenty-one.  I hope Mr. Drinky-pants enjoyed his special day very much.  Oh, and we did a special surrealist game for the occasion.

B.I.R.T.H.D.A.Y.
Births initiate revealing truths & hilarious details about you.
Your own utopia.
Ultimately, the orange penis is amazing.
A man always zeros in around ganga.
Gallivanting armadillos never go awry.
Alter-egos will ruin you.
You ‘orrible uggo!
Untimely gringos groan officially.
Only Flemish fuck in cheese if angry Liberians leech Yemen.
You emu may ejaculate now.
Never own wombats.
Women over marshmallow boats after the spring.
Slice purple radishes in nearby gardens.
Galvanized arotic rodents decide events never seen.