So, one day I woke up, sat in bed, and thought, "I mean, what the hell? Hey, that is five syllables. I should do a haiku contest." So, I gave a brief outline of the rules on my Instant Messenger away message:

Five-Seven-Five Syllable Format
Multiple Entries Encouraged
The THIRD line should be "I mean, what the hell?"
The winner will receive an autographed passport-sized photo of yours truly.


This contest was rather popular, and was repeated for different "prompt" lines, although the winners rarely accepted the autographed photo of me. I'm not sure why. I guess I'll have to post it soon.

Contest #1: I mean, what the hell?

Contest #2: I cried when Optimus died.

Contest #3: Found in my RADIATOR

Contest #4: Oh, my chalupa

Contest #5: Uh, is it in yet?

Contest #6: If homework were beer

Contest #7: I'm the faggot anti-pope! There's a very good explanation for that one, I swear.

Contest #8: When the South rises again

Contest #9: But not engineers

Contest #10: LIMERICK! There once was a man named James Copus This little changeup proved that good poetry just might be dead.

Contest #11: Spam haikus. All lines had to come from real unsolicited emails.

Contest #12: an "innie" or an "outie"

Contest #13: Club all baby seals

Contest #14: Chuck Norris-related haikus!!!



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