Howdy, folks. It’s that time of the week again – those gleaming few minutes when you can forget about the suicide-provoking pointlessness of your mundane little lives and take part in the hecklerspray Celebrity Haiku Competition.
That’s right: each and every week we offer you the chance to win big. The prize in question? A delicious mouthwatering tube of Fruit Pastilles! Come on, kids. Get those fingers crossed and keep the dream alive.
All you have to do to win is a scribble out a haiku (that’s an ancient form of Japanese Poetry) about a celebrity of our choice. This week’s poetry-inspiring superstar is none other than Coldplay frontman Chris Martin.
But – before the game begins – let’s take a look at last week’s winner…
Seven days have passed since our last haiku topic: that of Lindsay Lohan being duped into exchanging saucy text messages with someone pretending to be a good-looking male actor.
The entries poured in (or at least dribbled a bit) and we’re pleased to say that the proud winner is a cheeky chappie named Joe, whose superb Lohan celebrity haiku went:
Tempest in teapot
naively reads little sexpot
true message text – not!
Well done, sir. Just send us your details and we’ll post you your magnificent sweet-based prize. Or alternatively don’t bother. We wouldn’t be offended or anything.
Anyway … onto this week’s challenge. All you have to do, dear hecklebrowsers, is scribble out the best haiku on the following hot news topic:
Coldplay’s Chris Martin has revealed that he would have liked a ‘sex advisor’ to help him through those awkward first lady-fumbles.
Think you can write a poem about that? Course you bloody well can. Just remember the golden rule of haiku: five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables.
Suppose you want us to provide an ‘example’, do you? Oh, alright …
Father of Apple
Was Good At Writing Ballads
But Not At Shagging
Now, we know for a fact that you can do better than that. And we want you to prove it, goddammit.
Entries in the comments box below, please…
Read more:
Chris Martin: ‘I Needed A Sex Master’ – Chart Singles.net
[story by C J Davies]


{ 10 comments… read them below or add one }
Heads the the band coldplay,
Says hes crap in bed- but hey,
He should try foreplay!!!!!!!
Parachutes is great,
A Rush Of Blood To The Head,
Is much better though.
Chris want some good sex
but he could not manage it
lets try to help him!
good at songwriting
but crap bad in bed-moving
he was chris martin
frustrations of sex
affect his bed performance
so sad for gwenyth
awkward gawky teen
finds confidence in his songs
marries a hot chick
“lights will guide you home”,
“i will try to fix you” chris,
love starts with laughter….
Chris Martin was god
For Young Girls, Coldplay Obsessed
Still Virgin, Who Knew?
talentless cockend
spuffed in his pants when he
felt some lasses’ tits
Writes songs all day long
Headlines tours galore-but sex?
Chris Martin had none