June 24, 2010
Matt Harvey, Wimbledon’s official poet laureate
In commemoration of the longest recorded tennis match in history, Matt Harvey, Wimbledon’s official poet laureate — what? — penned this haiku:
High performance play.
All day and yet no climax.
It’s tantric tennis.
(thanks, Amy)
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Here’s Randy Taylor’s haiku:
Tennis in England.
Six hundred pound of pussies.
Pass me the sausage.
ace.
I’m Jimmy Dean’s official poet laureate.
I want a eat, goddammit.
Change that to Six hundred pound a pussies.
That Wimbledon poet laureate says he wants us all to Twitter him haikiu lines. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know about Randy Taylor, though.
you’ll be rich!
This is killing me — for oh so many reasons.
I don’t care how rich I get, I’m not buying two 12-ounce packages of goddamn sausage. You tell me how you can take and feed a family of five on a goddamn 12 ounce package of sausage? It can’t be done.
and a woman who’s a plump Scotch girl. fuck sake.
Sheila, you should Twitter that English poet laureate feller. I think he’s looking for ideas.
How much does the 13-year-old eat, I wonder. There is still a lot we don’t know.
Jimmy Dean Sausage is for Southern people to eat with their breakfast. I know that much.
My next haiku:
This Randy Taylor.
I wont the sixteen ounce size.
No maple and sage.
Maybe that should be no maple NOR sage. That’s funnier.
I wonder what that feller means by Climax.
I’ll just have my own damn sausage made like I used to thirty something years ago.
Somebody needs their ass kicked
I’m a Texas man
I want to eat, godammit
Alternate version:
Somebody needs their ass kicked
I’m not from the North
I want to eat, godammit
[...] Cindy S.: Here’s Randy Taylor’s haiku: [...]
Wimbledon Haiku:
The constant motion
Orbs sway in play. Clearly her
tube top hid nothing