Haiku Time, Motherfuckers:
The Rude Pundit ends each year with the delicate restraint of haiku, the little 5/7/5 syllable poems that we were forced to write in high school and usually ended up being about farts.

And he opens it up for rude readers 'round the world to send in haiku about the dozen months past, putting the best up for all to enjoy.

Send your creations, along with how you want your name to be listed, to "rudepundit[at]yahoo.com" and vent, briefly.