Rules:

1) Write a "fukyu." In fact, write up to five for this contest.

2) Post them as one dev.

3) Note it to me, and I'll put it up in my journal.

4) Best one, judged by yours truly, wins.

5) Deadline, December 31st, 2007.

6) Winner gets fucked. Er, no, winner gets a one-year subscription to DA (but how can you tell the difference, you ask? Fukyu).



What is a "fukyu?"

Fukyu is a growing branch of the "crapku" movement. It is not a form of haiku (which is more akin to a nazi religion).

17 syllables, three lines, 5-7-5.

To get you started, here are a few examples, written by Michael McNeilly, and posted to the online poetry workshop, Poetry Free For All (www.everypoet.org/pffa), where the fukyu genre is alive and well.

like a lear jet my
poetry supersonic
over your damn head

you couldn't write one
halfway decent damn poem to
save your fucking ass

if I wrote it and
you don't like it at least you
can go fuck yourself

everything I write
kicks the fucking shit out of
everything you write

criticism sucks
read it skip the details and
tell me you love it

if I wanted your
lame ass damn opinion I
would fucking ask you

roll this up into
a tube - now take off your pants -
sit down on it - hard



And a couple of mine:

I am the tinsel
up your ass: tell Bing Crosby
White Christmas sucks Hope.


fukyu from Wally

fukyu in the morn
fukyu in the eve, be my
little fukyu, Beav.




Now go, my pretties, and FUKYU!!!