chicken haiku - part 2

My co-workers have informed me that what I wrote yesterday was NOT a haiku, but instead it is gibberish. I mistakenly thought that Haiku was 14 syllables thrown together. I should have paid better attention in high school English class at good old St. X. Sorry Mrs. Rapier.

So here's the rewrite:

buxom baywatch babe
guards tasty deep fried chickens
but I love them so

If the world had a little more haiku, and a little less terrorism, we'd have a bunch of Japanese poets running around not trying to shoot the rest of us.