> Mullet Haiku's:
> Shampoo stings my eyes,
> I will never feel that twice:
> slick hair smells like gas.
>
>
> O! SQUIRREL brother,
> 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.
>
> 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.
>
>
> 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.
>