Oh, all right. Since I've read my first new South Park chaptered fic in forever, I decided to do this oneshot. I should be working on MCP, but...
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.
Haikus Suck
"Didn't we already have to do these?" Cartman asked.
"Yeah, in... third grade? Or maybe fourth. I dunno," said Stan. Kenny was busy scribbling down a dirty ditty. Kyle snatched the paper away from him.
"Big fat titties that, bounce up and down with every, movement make me smile. No offense, Ken, but I don't think the teacher's going to count this."
"It's a haiku," he said, from behind his orange hoodie.
"Besides, haikus are nature poems."
"They're bullcrap."
"Shut up, Cartman."
"It is snowing now, Not that it's much of a change, it's always snowing," said Stan. "D'ya think that'll work?"
"Should be fine," said Kyle.
"Stupid lame haikus, no one gives a shit about, them they're so gay."
"That's only slightly better than Kenny's," remarked Kyle.
"I happen to think that my haiku is a masterpiece," said Kenny. Kyle ignored him.
"Kyle is a dirty, Jew that everyone wants to, kill he is really... Dammit."
"Cartman is so fat, that when he got into the, pool it overflowed." The other boys laughed.
"Kyle is a day, walker as well as a Jew, rat he can go to Hell."
"That's eighteen syllables, fatass."
"Fuck this." Cartman balled up his paper and threw it away. Kyle smiled.
In this stupid town, the only thing that you can, count on is your friends.