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    mullet haiku...for your enjoyment..

    Mullet Haikus
    (authors unkown)

    Shampoo stings my eyes,
    I will never feel that twice:
    slick hair smells like gas.

    Oh brother squirrel,
    Your tail, my hair. We are one.
    Yet I must eat you.

    I liked that foreign
    legion movie so much, I
    grew me one them hats.

    Brown edged tank top sticks
    to my white clumpy armpits
    Somehow I get laid.

    Flowing down the back
    helps to keep mind closed, hate
    released by short top

    My hair is slammin
    like Stone Cold. Can I get a Hell
    yeah? Hell yeah. Hell yeah.

    This super cool hair
    and a bucket of chicken:
    What more could I want?

    My slick snakeskin boots
    my silk shirt with rooster prints
    always colored jeans

    Lynnrd Skynnrd didn't
    win no spelling bees. Who cares?
    They rock the trailer.

    Razor set to one.
    Do front and sides and then stop
    Reaffirm my style.

    Metallica is
    for first graders. Nothing rocks
    harder than Winger.

    Dogs urinate where
    they so choose. And so do I.
    Red and blue lights flash.

    Teen runaway, I
    hate my dad. Yet I am one.
    Fly, thunderbird, fly.

    Ponytails are for wimps.
    But if you let that hair loose,
    you are my brother.

    New white tank top tucks
    neatly into tight black jeans:
    redneck romeo.

    Short like your schooling.
    Long like your prison sentence.
    The penal haircut.

    Bald on the top and
    long on the back. Behold my
    glorious skullet.

    You smoke me up and
    jerk me off. You are the best,
    and I love you, sis.

    My mullet and me
    like to climb up a tree. We're
    the best friends that could be.

    Dad likes my mullet.
    The nurse calls it a critter
    carpet. My head breeds.

    With long hair in place
    how else can I rebel? Hand
    me the bong uncle.

    Under the Christmas
    tree: tight black jeans and a comb.
    I've been extra good!

    Short for dad. Long for
    the daughter mom always wanted.
    Everyone's happy.

    One day I will dip
    and race cars. Until then I
    ride my bike, chew gum.

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