Hmm, the beach sounds good
In fact, it's getting hot here
Heading down later!

going to the beach
if you need me you'll find me
if not, don't worry

The kind of sadness
That makes grown men whimper and
Write sappy haikus

what kind of sadness
is this haiku wars blogger
when justin's winning?

T is Theresa
Surely you remember her
But what do I know

Paha. Justin wins.
As do I. I slept ten hours.
And who is this T?

Can't fit an insult
In one small, dinky haiku?
You don't belong here!

no one here knows me
cuz justin abused his rights
of invitation

so this is tony
and i've heard of all of you
but we'll meet later

Red Robin's burgers
Like the Whiskey Barbeque
Make my mouth water

ps:

T's B-Day dinner
June 30th at Buca
Be there or be square

bird chirps, garbage trucks:
thank goodness it's not friday.
now i can sleep late

Gloves are for pansies
It's like using a gun in
Rock, paper, scissors

i thought haiku wars
were battles of sharpened wit
and corny lame jokes

THIS IS A TEST.