Mullet Haikus
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Enjoy all :-D Shampoo stings my eyes, I will never feel that twice: slick hair smells like gas. O! Squirrel brother, Your tail, my hair. We are one. Yet I must eat you. I liked that foreign legion movie so much, I grew me one them hats. Brown edged tank top sticks to my white clumpy armpits. Somehow I get laid. Flowing down my back helps to keep mind closed, hate released by short top. My hair is slammin' like Stone Cold. Can I get a Hell yeah? Hell yeah. Hell yeah. This super cool hair and a bucket of chicken: what more could I want? My slick snakeskin boots My silk shirt with rooster prints always colored jeans Lynyrd Skynyrd didn't Win no spelling bees. Who cares? They rock the trailer. Razor set to one. Do front and sides and the stop. Reafirm my style. Metallica is for first graders. Nothing rocks harder than Winger. Dogs urinate where they so choose. And so do I. Red and blue lights flash. Teen runaway, hate my dad. Yet I am one. Fly, thunderbird, fly. Ponytails are for wimps. But if you let that hair loose you are my brother. New white tank top tucks neatly into tight black jeans: redneck romeo. Short like your schooling, long like your prision sentance: the penal haircut. Bald on top and long on the back. Behold my glorious skullet. My mullet and me like to climb up[ a tree. We're the best friends that coould be. Dad likes my mullet. The nurse calls it a critter carpet. My head breeds. One day I will dip and race cars. Until then I ride my bike, chew gum. With long hair in place how else can I rebel? hand me the bong, uncle. Under the Christmas tree: tight black jeans and a comb. I've been extra good! Short for dad. Long for the daughter mom always wanted. Everyone's happy. ============================================================= Real programmers don't document. If it was hard to write, it should be hard to understand.
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Enjoy all :-D Shampoo stings my eyes, I will never feel that twice: slick hair smells like gas. O! Squirrel brother, Your tail, my hair. We are one. Yet I must eat you. I liked that foreign legion movie so much, I grew me one them hats. Brown edged tank top sticks to my white clumpy armpits. Somehow I get laid. Flowing down my back helps to keep mind closed, hate released by short top. My hair is slammin' like Stone Cold. Can I get a Hell yeah? Hell yeah. Hell yeah. This super cool hair and a bucket of chicken: what more could I want? My slick snakeskin boots My silk shirt with rooster prints always colored jeans Lynyrd Skynyrd didn't Win no spelling bees. Who cares? They rock the trailer. Razor set to one. Do front and sides and the stop. Reafirm my style. Metallica is for first graders. Nothing rocks harder than Winger. Dogs urinate where they so choose. And so do I. Red and blue lights flash. Teen runaway, hate my dad. Yet I am one. Fly, thunderbird, fly. Ponytails are for wimps. But if you let that hair loose you are my brother. New white tank top tucks neatly into tight black jeans: redneck romeo. Short like your schooling, long like your prision sentance: the penal haircut. Bald on top and long on the back. Behold my glorious skullet. My mullet and me like to climb up[ a tree. We're the best friends that coould be. Dad likes my mullet. The nurse calls it a critter carpet. My head breeds. One day I will dip and race cars. Until then I ride my bike, chew gum. With long hair in place how else can I rebel? hand me the bong, uncle. Under the Christmas tree: tight black jeans and a comb. I've been extra good! Short for dad. Long for the daughter mom always wanted. Everyone's happy. ============================================================= Real programmers don't document. If it was hard to write, it should be hard to understand.
Seventeen syllables is not enough words to express a complete Chistopher Duncan Author - The Career Programmer: Guerilla Tactics for an Imperfect World (Apress)