Thursday, January 8, 2009
2 more palindromic haikus that popped into my brain this morning:
"RE: NOBLE, IS IT?
BALLS ODOR? FRODO'S "L" LAB?
'TIS I, EL BONER!"
"ARE E.L.P. PINS
MINED FOR, OGG? OR, OF DENIM,
And, after some research, some more goodies:
-Elba Kramer? Remarkable!
-Yawn. Madonna fan? No damn way.
-Wonder if Sununu's fired now.
-Won't cat lovers revolt? Act now!
-Sis, ask Costner to not rent socks "as is".
-Satan oscillate my metallic sonatas.
-Ogre, flog a golfer. Go!
-Note: nine Devo-organists in a groove den in Eton.
-No, son! Onanism's a gross orgasm sin - a no-no, son.
-No, Mel Gibson is a casino's big lemon.
-Lived on Decaf, Faced no Devil.
-Lisa Bonet ate no basil.
-Kayak salad, Alaska yak.
-I roamed under it as a tired, nude Maori.
-I madam, I made radio! So I dared. Am I mad? Am I?
-Gustav Klimt milk vats - ug.
-God to Hanoi on a hot dog.
-A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
-A relic, Odin. I'm a mini, docile Ra.
-Dog, as a devil deified, lived as a god.
-Doc, note I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.
-E. Borgnine drags Dad's gardening robe.
-Egad, no bondage!
-Emil peed deep lime.
-Eva, can I stab bats in a cave?
-Lew, Otto has a hot towel.
-May a moody baby doom a yam?
-Oh, no! Don Ho!
-On a clover, if alive, erupts a vast, pure evil, a fire volcano.
-Sup not on pus.
-Reg, Its sarcastic. Its a crass tiger.
-Straw? No, too stupid a fad, I put soot on warts.
-Tulsa night life: filth, gin, a slut.
-A slut nixes sex in Tulsa.
-Yo! Banana Boy!
- T. Eliot, top bard, notes putrid tang emanating, is sad, I'd assign it a name: gnat dirt upset on drab pot toilet.
-To Idi Amin: I'm a idiot.
-Tons o' snot.
-Rot-corpse Sumatran art amuses proctor.