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2003-04-03
Haiku So, it was bound to happen sooner or later, but the Clay Aiken fan fiction and poetry has started popping up on some of the other sites. By and large, I'm not a big fan of this sort of thing, but I'm nothing if not aware of the need to keep up with some of the other, more polished sites out there (I'm of the opinion that our little community is regarded as the stunted little court jester in the grand scheme of all things Clay), so with that in mind, I give you: Oh, that Clay Aiken - He sings just like Rick Astley. He makes my toes curl. Blue shirt or brown shirt? What�s up with the hair? Another Tuesday! Why are you so scared? You have a thousand older Biddies on your tail
Ninteen Eighty-four
-Paula
Oh, brown-shirted Clay -Shari and brings to broads a chance to rest from lusting after their Clay.
*** HAIKU POLICE!!!
Corey Clark is out. -Chandra Actually, I'm more than willing to overlook the syllabic error of the first effort in light of the sheer brilliance of the phrase "fragrant boy-blossom." --Lisa Apologies, Lisa, but the above was translated from the Japanese�hence the off-kilter scansion. I offer the following 11-syllable version, as per the Ezra Pound, "anything goes in English" model of haiku.--Chandra the Chastened
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