mousethief wrote: » Violets are cheap Roses are dear The last time we talked You talked off my ear
Schroedingers Cat wrote: » Roses come in various colours Violets are normally violet, in various shades. I don't get out much.
Nenya wrote: » Roses are red Violets are dandy And you wonder why I'm never randy.
mousethief wrote: » Nenya wrote: » Roses are red Violets are dandy And you wonder why I'm never randy. Violets are dappled Roses are plain That's why I schtup Your sister Jane
Nenya wrote: » Roses have thorns Be careful when plucking. We've only one sister So who are you seeing?
Nenya wrote: » Roses are gorgeous Violets divine. Let's just hope It was caught in time. Roses are red Violets are blue. Not that I'm saying I care about you.
mousethief wrote: » Roses I'll speak of And violets I'll mention You're only staying Because of my pension
mousethief wrote: » Roses are blush Lilies are pall There's nothing I'd rather Part withal
mousethief wrote: » The roses are pruned The violets are snipped I went to the doctor And got me a script
Pigwidgeon wrote: » Roses are gray. Violets are also gray. I can't see colors, But I still think you're great. -- The Dog (stolen from my Vet's office)
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White as the chalk.
You don't have to fix me,
I just need to talk.
Roses are dear
The last time we talked
You talked off my ear
Sometimes they're yellow.
Oh what I'd give
For a really cute fellow!
Violets are normally violet, in various shades.
I don't get out much.
Violets are blue
Word counts and rhyming
Are up to you.
The rose is red
The fountains glisten
I wondered why
You never listen.
violets are not
I listened for years
You never said squat
Violets are dandy
And you wonder why
I'm never randy.
You win.
Honestly.
This at least approaches poetry.
(Yeah, I know it's a game, and not a competition, and very entertaining it is, too.)
Violets are dappled
Roses are plain
That's why I schtup
Your sister Jane
Or yellow or white
Or cream, or peach
Or pink pale or bright
Roses are thorny
Or bushy or tall
Massed in groups
Or trained up a wall
Roses in bud
Or cabbagey full
Scented or scentless
There is no rule
Everyone likes
A different rose
You may be an arse
But you're the arse that I chose.
And bushy and thorny.
You have a way
Of making me h*rny.
Red is the rose
Blue is the bugle
I've learned a new word
With the help of Google.
You'd only kissed her.
Has no one told you
About my sister...?)
from Bob your brother.
I don't mean that sister.
I mean the other.)
Be careful when plucking.
We've only one sister
So who are you seeing?
Roses are red,
My favourite flower
is strong flour for bread
(not mine, pinched from a lad who gets really bad hay fever; his favourite gift is a bag of flour with the poem)
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I get hay fever,
A, a, a, achoo.
Pomegranates pink.
I love you less
The more that you drink.
Roses are cheap
If you buy by the dozen
Perhaps I think maybe
I was dating your cousin
Violets are blue.
I'd get to a doctor
If I were you.
The violets are snipped
I went to the doctor
And got me a script
Violets divine.
Let's just hope
It was caught in time.
Roses are red
Violets are blue.
Not that I'm saying
I care about you.
Hazel's a witch.
That's a nasty rash -
I'll bet it does itch!
Roses I'll speak of
And violets I'll mention
You're only staying
Because of my pension
Tulips are gone
Billy Jean is just a girl
Who thinks that I am the one.
Red is the rose
Pink is the lotus.
I left six months ago.
You didn't notice.
Flowers are bloomin',
Insects are buzzin',
No doubt you were too busy
"Dating" my cousin.
Lilies are pall
There's nothing I'd rather
Part withal
other flowers too
Will all last longer
than my time with you.
Violets are grand.
I never took you for more
Than a one-night stand.
Daffs are the same
You said you loved me!
Just before we both came
Lichen prosaic.
Why have you gone
All obscure and archaic?
Roses are pretty
When planted in beds,
How've you been feeling
Since starting the meds?
And violets sublime
You taught me to scrabble
In search of a rhyme
Roses are lovely
Meds are great too
I'm feeling much better
Now I'm without you
White is the heather
Happy to know
You're not under the weather.
Red is the rose
And the bonsai restrictive.
Good luck with the meds,
I believe they're addictive.
Violets are blue
I'm done with the meds
Like I'm done with you
And get watered by rain.
Done with the meds?
Well, that would explain!
‘Snotwort’ really not the same.
And some people, too
Violet the clap
Antibiotics are the treatment
The doc gave to the lot
Or so they say.
I'm just a dog
So I only see grey.
Violets are blue
Dogs see colour
But not the same as you.
Purple the heather,
I thought you would love me,
Forever and ever. :C
Buttercups yellow.
Love you . . . YOU?
Poor deluded fellow!
[not personal, you understand]
Creepers connected.
What fun to see
This thread resurrected.
Violets are blue.
I had a great wank
thinking of you.
Thistles are icky.
I hope your hands
Aren't all sticky.