Doghead's Cosmic Bar

I'll be quiet, Mistress Weatherwax, but you must promise not to make me think I am Nanny Ogg's cat. I didn't like that at all.

How about this one?

Hell is so horrible,
It could make you scream,
My wipping and the fire,
Makes it worse than a bad dream.

Entities ripped apart,
spirits broken,
Yet everyday I find it fun,
Even though I'm not from Hoboken. (sorry, bad rime.)

So if you ever come across,
A burnt spirit or two,
ask them were they came from,
And they said they sinned until they were 52.(ie:they sined so much they went to hell.)

So don't sin,
'Cause it might be you,
who'll end up,
In their doom.

It is bad but it hows the true meaning of what it is to be an entity of hell.(THe fiery one.)

The lonely years pass
I sit in these iron chains
Dreaming of warm blood

Ooh, Haiku! Let me try!

Yellow rubber duck
Swimming in elliptic curves
Around my bath tub

with no attachment
to dreams, pleasant or horrid,
the moon emerges

My turn! *dances around in a circle*

Look at the beetle
I found here under the bar
Hurry! Look fast! *CRUNCH*

Right. This is fun.

Angel is stupid
Fluffy puppy with bad teeth
His hair goes straight up

*clears throat and steps up to the podium*
U.S. cannot let
Terriers hold hostile
One nation under God.

*bows and runs away before the press can ask any awkward questions*

I do not know how
I am not a haiku fan
I don't get it

I walk to my dungeons
Screams fill my ears
I smile

Bwahahaa!

Guys, it's not Haiku unless you get the right number of syllables. Five, then seven, then five.

Haiku is easy
You just remember to stop
On the seventeenth

Bah! You wizards with your restrictive rules. It's all angles and numbers and, and *spits* gom-metry to you isn't it?