by Smitty
To put this mess in context, I was tweeting the G-File with a haiku, and copying @HaikuJonah. Then @Corduroyalist had to make everything weird. @HaikuJonah offers the perfect review. This is an example of how fun Twitter used to be all the time. It’s only an occasional pleasure anymore.
When your haruspex
Is hoisted on his Semtex
Him you must pet ‘ard@HaikuJonahTrump’s Dance with Dems https://t.co/GGqj7WCO6T
— IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) September 10, 2017
When your cenobyte’s
Lofted ‘pon his dynamite
Him you must pet ‘ard— Salty Old Turkey (@Corduroyalist) September 10, 2017
Your auspex’s frettin’
Elevation by PETN
Him you must pet ‘ard— IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) September 10, 2017
When your dear padre
Drops nitro ‘pon ‘is cadre
Him you must pet’ard— Salty Old Turkey (@Corduroyalist) September 10, 2017
Cthulhu Priest, he screams
Of black powder fever dreams
Him you must pet ‘ard— IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) September 10, 2017
When the gate man asks
Guy Fawkes, “What’s in the box, sir?”
Him you must pet ‘ard— Salty Old Turkey (@Corduroyalist) September 10, 2017
Jihadi and vest
Had an early "go boom" test
Him you must pet 'ard— IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) September 10, 2017
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It's like a haiku somehow became a naughty themed saloon song.
— Salty Old Turkey (@Corduroyalist) September 10, 2017
I blame the sly bi-lingual pun at the end.
— IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) September 10, 2017
This thread reads like Kipling…
If Kipling were forced to accompany the Hashishim on a campaign.— K~Bob (@K_Bob) September 10, 2017
— Haiku Jonah (@HaikuJonah) September 10, 2017
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