Riding and drinking
Hard simultaneously
But it CAN BE DONE!

^^^ Um. With voting.

liquor store drive thru
won't sell beer to guys on bikes
tire marks on window

Riding swift along the trail
Oh, where is my beer?
At the bottom of the hill.

drinking while riding
will jailarity ensue?
no, Darwin got me

Im on a single track
a beer when i get back
front tire is getting flat

The beer flows like wine
I'm on my way to Aspen.
Traded van for bike.

three hours grinding trails
no scrapes? You must work harder.
Your reward? This beer.

This is a haiku
It is about alcohol
(beer), as well as bikes.

I rage in the sage
a Natural Ice High
cant afford good beer

too poor for cool clothes
riding drunk on cheap beer
hawk my bike for bail

I dont live in Vail
My bike is four years old
I fight when I drink

My bike in the ditch
I'm bleeding and smell like beer
Vespa totaled

Bike and beer lets go!
checking out your camel toe
never saw the tree

Shiny side upwards
Just a wheelie officer
Liquid confidence

/what

For Sherry enema lady

Rectum full of beer
Love enemas while biking, Yea!
Ass blows point oh five

japanese poems
are so incredibly short
can't get a point a-

A bike seat does not my nuts coddle,
And makes a man's walk like a waddle,
So real men drive cars
To their favorite bars,
And drink their beer straight from the bottle.

So we have no need for prize glasses,
You pompous, "gift-giving" fascists,
So take your contest
And do what is best
By shoving it right up your a$$es.



/knows fascists and a$$es doesn't rhyme perfectly, but oh well

A bike seat does not my nuts coddle,
And makes a man's walk like a waddle,
So real men drive cars
To their favorite bars,
And drink their beer straight from the bottle.

So we have no need for prize glasses,
You pompous, "gift-giving" fascists,
So take your contest
And do what is best
By shoving it right up your a$$es.



/knows fascists and a$$es doesn't rhyme perfectly, but oh well
//now with fresh, voting goodness
///mods please delete unvotable previous post

Nothing with "Kill my landlord" yet?

meh

Twelve bottles of beer
two hot chicks on my chopper
oh what a great night!

I wrote this in HS...

Barley, Oats, and Hops
All put in a copper pot
Beer is good for you.

Akbar on a bike
Jar Jar dying a slow death
God I love beer

Now with voting goodness

Akbar on a bike
Jar Jar dying a slow death
God I love beer

Fast becoming buzzed
Keys to the quad in my hand
Off to jump the house

Zen And The Art Of
Motorcycle Maintenance:
a madman's story

Speaking of beer, bikes,
Have you seen my brand new toy?
(Is that a Segway?)

How about a metaphorical one?

Come back to my place
We will drink Boston Lager
You ride my Beemer

Haikus don't have to be 5-7-5 either.

Tiny bubbles
Open air
Alive, so happy

Ten pints of lager
Weaving, rambling on a bike
Good evening lamp post

Two hundred miles left
Girl and cold beer awaits me
Be there in two hours

/BMW R1100S

haikus are stupid
haikus are really stupid
haikus are stupid

Beer's effervescence
Franklin said it is God's present
Proof of divine love.

Homer held forth too
About cause and solutions
Beer's utility.

Me? I just drink it
And try not to think too hard
Beer makes that easy.

Free material
Lost copyright for my work
Glasses don't pay bills

Damn my 'ku skills wane:
"Franklin said it's God's present"
Seven syllables.

You'd better beware
Retardation's contagious
I'm a carrier.

Spokes in My Scrotum
Twelve Beers and a Deer Don't Mix
I go PPO

Lager, ale, porter
Stout, cider, mead, no matter
As long as I'm drunk.

Fluffy bunnies die
Its the Darwinian way
Whining is futile

I only wish you
Had one shred of dignity
So I could take it

Avoid DUI
Drew says "Free beer for you, Matt"
I Pedal, Pedal

/5-7-5 Biotch

still think I can't write
this hippie-ass haiku crap?
Just count the beats, biatch

please do not mince words
tell me how you really feel
then go screw yourself

She glides over mud
I'm bogged to my derailleur
beer destroys fine viens

trail grinding and riding
sweat, blood, tears, emmanating
I want a bud light

I wrote a haiku
I clicked add comment thingy
Where has my verse gone?

Lager, ale, porter
Stout, cider, mead, no matter
As long as I'm drunk.

Fluffy bunnies die
Its the Darwinian way
Whining is futile

I only wish you
Had one shred of dignity
So I could take it

please do not mince words
tell me how you really feel
then go screw yourself

still think I can't write
this hippie-ass haiku crap?
Just count the beats, biatch

/now with voting goodness, mods, please delete previous posts.

Possibly NSFW


My drinking woman
She rode like a mean dirtbike
My nads are swollen

Borninfire: I would take the time to do this, but I still haven't gotten my friggin' towel yet.


They're good for it. I won a trip to Jamaica for the National Downhill Chamionship from these guys. Trip was awesome.