17 Replies to ““The Lapsed Prude Haiku, 2””

1. Amok92 says:

   March 3, 2007 at 4:01 am

   Thoughts of Ann Coulter
   
   In a tight blue mini-skirt
   
   Yum summer sausage

2. ossian says:

   March 3, 2007 at 4:12 am

   Somewhere in that great cocktail lounge up yonder, John Cheever is smiling into his G&T, knowing that he is still consorting the right crowd. Don’t be offended by his spectral hand on your knee, Jeff.

3. michelle says:

   March 3, 2007 at 4:13 am

   That’s recycled, no?

4. JohnAnnArbor says:

   March 3, 2007 at 4:15 am

   Hmmm.  The first warm day of spring on campus was “summer dress day.” All the girls would be in their summer dresses, and the guys would be hanging out in larger-than-normal numbers on the quad.

5. furriskey says:

   March 3, 2007 at 4:28 am

   English for Internationals 101.

   Compare and contrast Goldstein’s Haiku for Prudes #2 with his later work, The Lapsed Prude Haiku 2.

   Now come along Barthelme, I’m sure you can see some changes? No?

   You’ll have to repeat a year, you naughty International. Now come over here so Aunty Michelle can interact with you.

6. Big Bang hunter says:

   March 3, 2007 at 4:40 am

   Deluvian girls,
   
   blossums adorning tresses,
   
   romp in sexual joy…

   TW: third72 …Someone in virgin central messed up again….

7. proudvastrightwingconspirator says:

   March 3, 2007 at 5:29 am

   Halter tops are best,
   
   on warm summer days when the
   
   strumpets strut about.

8. peter jackson says:

   March 3, 2007 at 6:16 am

   It is a fine, fine day when one gets to use the word “strumpets.” I’m getting a contact high.

   yours/
   
   peter.

9. furriskey says:

   March 3, 2007 at 8:35 am

   Strumpets is good. How are you with Doxies? Doxies without smocksies, per Michael Flanders.

10. aplomb says:

    March 3, 2007 at 11:31 am

    Ann’s supposed charms
    
    melt with the first breath of spring.
    
    Edwards, a “faggot”?!?

11. Lost My Cookies says:

    March 3, 2007 at 12:40 pm

    I love airport girls
    
    Skank types, with pants down O’Hare
    
    And legs up O’there

    TW:size46.  Yup, that’s about right.

    Swear to God I just saw fishnets.

12. McGehee says:

    March 3, 2007 at 2:47 pm

    Howard Dean demands
    
    Apology to faggots
    
    Edwards says, “uh, what?”

13. Retardo says:

    March 3, 2007 at 4:09 pm

    Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed this post… and these comments… and… oh, my anti-god, I am “getting88” so hot.

    /sarcasm

14. Rusty says:

    March 3, 2007 at 9:46 pm

    Soft cotton, sleeveless blouses
    
    sun outlined nipples erect
    
    Winter is a cold shower

15. Dana says:

    March 3, 2007 at 10:20 pm

    JohnAnnArbor wrote:

    The first warm day of spring on campus was “summer dress day.”

    When is the first warm day of spring in Michigan?  June 17th?

16. Dana says:

    March 3, 2007 at 10:26 pm

    I see a red door and I want it painted black
    
    No colors anymore I want them to turn black
    
    I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
    
    I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

    I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
    
    With flowers and my love both never to come back
    
    I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
    
    Like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day

    I look inside myself and see my heart is black
    
    I see my red door and it has been painted black
    
    Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
    
    It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black

    No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
    
    I could not foresee this thing happening to you

    If I look hard enough into the settin’ sun
    
    My love will laugh with me before the mornin’ comes

    I see a red door and I want it painted black
    
    No colors anymore I want them to turn black
    
    I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
    
    I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

    Hmm, hmm, hmm,…

    I wanna see it painted, painted black
    
    Black as night, black as coal
    
    I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
    
    I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
    
    Yeah!

17. J. Peden says:

    March 4, 2007 at 3:22 am

    Wot, you say, change is good – I’ll rue that red day.

    TW[?] I’m bloody sauced

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