So, what is bad kitty haiku? According to Elaine (Uberwench), haiku is fixed form. It consists of 17 syllables, organized into three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Supposedly they evoke strong spriritual visions, or striking images of nature.
What makes it 'bad'? Well, the idea is to write about something that features the 'less than perfect' things about our cats (ie: litterbox, bad habits, etc.)
Where did this BKH come from? From the CatFancy BKH Poets Society, of course!
Wee cats slap at pens
Grab for paper, flop on hands
Too late!!! Bad Haikus!
--Donna B.
Here Kitty Kitty
Be a Good Little Kitty
'cause I have a treat
--Compliments of Miss Kitty
Oh furchild oh fur
Kitty kats to the left of me
Fur angels to the right
--by Deborah
Dolly sniffs delicately at
the pillow--lips part--scent
of roses? Sister's rear
--by Dizzy, Barbara
Mommy made a post
Climb, scratch, sleep on it too
Good kitties take turns!
--by Defan
The litter box is full.
Filled from rim to rim with protein.
It is my husband's turn.
I won't chase the birds.
Maybe one pounce when mommy's not looking.
Aaah! The water gun again!
--From Michelle K.
Hair stuffed noses
Itchy puffy kitty bites
Still I love them so!
I look at kitty just now
hypnotised, switch lunch
Love must taste better than this!
I give kitty a clean bath
he says let me go
goes and rolls in litter "Yuck!"
--by Monique
My life so carefree
Eat, sleep, purr, loved much
Humans are suckers
--by Sue
Penske on the stairs
the heartstopping glug glug glug
vomit once again!
--by Racekatz
Salmon for dinner
kitties come running, yum yum!
fish farts once again!
--Donated by Racekatz Husband
Over keyboard. paws rise
Mischief shines in sea-green eyes
Ivory claws strike, 'puter dies
--Tracy (the elder)
A velvet paw taps
The glass figurine crashes
Gravity still works!
--by Calico Jan
Hiss Hiss Spit Spit Spit
Old cats greeting the new cat
Soon friends they will be
--by Donna B.
I'm a tiny cat
Play, run, jump is what I do
Sleep time is the best
--Raylene
Her fur is January fire
Winter embers
My love burns there, too.
Her fur is winter fire
January embers
My love burns for her.
--Nancy (multicat mom)
Big hairball on chair
The purr-fect place for it
Someone will soon sit
I know you're sleeping
Now I want to romp and play
Wake up, you human!
How dare you move now!
A cat gets comfortable
And wants to stay put
Thunder booms, rain falls
I must hide under something
A real scaredy-cat
--by Sparky
My feet she does find
Buttons takes a flying leap
I can walk no more
Adoring cat eyes
I see them gazing at me
Could this be true love?
--Susan Curry
For Cara......
Petting Cara
Such a challenging endeavor
Gratifying feat!
For Buddy........
Shy lovable Bud
Like magnificent lion
What a pussy cat!
--by Barbara's step-mom
