Enoch wrote: » Roses are red, Of love folks may sing, But as for being naked I'm not offering.
Amanda B Reckondwyth wrote: » Roses are red, Posies are pretty. Alas and alack, More's the pity.
balaam wrote: » Roses are red Violets are blue, Some poems rhyme This doesn't.
balaam wrote: » Roses are red, violets are blue, I have terrible trouble writing poems that scan, Do you?
Amanda B Reckondwyth wrote: » Violets are blue, As blue as the sky. Old threads mellow - They never die.
Lily Pad wrote: » Poems should rhyme
Amanda B Reckondwyth wrote: » Lily Pad wrote: » Poems should rhyme Tell that to Emily Dickinson.
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Of that I am certain;
I cleaned my hands
By using the curtain.
Nails are rusting
You two wankers
Are sure disgusting
Bucks all the trends.
What's a wank or two
Between two friends?
Gales are gusty.
Wash the curtain
Before it goes crusty.
Acorns the quercus,
Hold on to your hats,
We're off to the Circus.
And dirt turpitude,
From another thread
Vacuum in the nude.
Grapes grow on a vine.
Look at you in the nude?
I'd rather go blind!
Violets are blue
Seeing Enoch in the nude?
I would go blind too.
Of love folks may sing,
But as for being naked
I'm not offering.
Posies are pretty.
Alas and alack,
More's the pity.
Cute they may be
But get too close
Ouch! Quite thorny.
Roses are red
And lovely in bloom.
You two need
To get a room.
Violets are blue
Some of these poems don't scan very well
And they rhyme bad also.
Violets are purple
Roses they glow
I did the scan joke and rhyme jokes
Over a month ago.
Violets are wetter
Since that time
It ain't got no better
And their cost is steep,
Which makes the Baby Jesus
And his Blessed Mother weep.
Yellow, black, pink and white.
Daisies are cheap
If your money is tight.
Deep plumb and dark.
Also they're free
If pinched from the park.
Don't go there too soon,
They're not even in bud
Not blooming till June.
Tulips are too,
In bloom in the park,
If you want some noo,
Yellow are daffs,
They're everywhere now,
But pinching them's naff.
Or so we suppose
But I'd rather you sent me
One Perfect Rose
Their leaves are green,
They're a much cheaper bed
Than a limousine.
Their tune is catchy
However, their leaves
Can often be scratchy
Men give them to femmes.
As for the pricks
They're found on the stems.
Labour is red
Tory is blue
And they're both led by people
Who've no-platformed you.
Kale is curly.
We're now in the Circus,
The thread was moved early.
Is Baby's Breath.
This thread seems
To have died a death.
Red is the rose
Green is the nettle
Is it just taking
A while to settle?
As blue as the sky.
Old threads mellow -
They never die.
They sweeten with age
Easy to find as they
Move down the page.
Roses are red
The cantuta Bolivian.
Wouldn't they normally
End in Oblivion?
And favored by Vivian.
Whatever its fate
It's now out of Oblivion.
Their petals akimbo
If we're lucky
We'll wind up in Limbo
Roses are red.
Better Oblivion,
Limbo or Dead?
Violets are blue
Today I am glad
the be in the EU.
Purple the plum
You're certainly not
The only one.
Nosegays are gay.
I'm sure glad I'm not
Theresa May.
Brexit not a jape, will
the end of May
be in mid April.
And watering's critical.
I hope this thread
Doesn't get too political.
Clover is green.
To keep it apolitical
We all are keen.
A dead tree's a stump
I hope that we don't all
Start speaking of Trump
Thats just their way
I hope you have
a good Mothers Day
Ivy is poison.
Babies in church
Can be quite noisome.
Poems should rhyme
Some efforts seem to
Fall short time to time.
Tell that to Emily Dickinson.
So is some jelly,
Did you really mean
Babies are smelly?
thorns and leaves about.
If there were no babies
We'd all die out.
Poems are read
With cadence in mind
One line answers?
Write more. Be kind.
Roses are slow
I'll die out
Babies or no.
As red as a cherry.
No escaping Grim Reaper -
Eat, drink, and be merry!