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MaryLouise wrote: » Roses are festive Our skies are so blue Peach bellinis for later With plenty for you! A rose gladdens summer (my Internet's slow) If you Zoom over quickly You'll get some gateau!
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Redwoods are vast.
Our Christmas tree
Is up at last.
The grinch is green
There's still no Christmas Tree
Here to be seen.
Holly is green,
Before Christmas Eve,
No tree will be seen.
Roses are red,
Peonies bright,
We have a bare tree
Painted in white.
Roses are red,
Tinsel is gold,
This year in Tesco's
Bare trees are now sold.
Like a shiny new Dodge
Our tree's in a box
Out in the garage
Rests not upstairs
No room for it
Will try next year.
Holly is green
Our tree is still bare
Not a light to be seen
Violets are sweet
Just saw a cobra
Glide down the street
Violets are blue
Happy Christmas to shippies
Expecially you.
Too windy. Too cold.
In fact, we've few snakes,
Or so I'm told.
In other news,
I've seen the doc.
Bone is growing.
I'm free to walk.
I wear a boot cast
For now. Boo hiss.
Walking however
Oh joy. Oh bliss.
Navy my shoes.
This really is
Most excellent news!
Red are the rosies
Loud are the horns
Your harmless posies
Must have no thorns
Can draw blood, that's true;
But the fang of the serpent
Would scare even you.
Yet roses still bloom
And violets stay blue,
Lily Pad in her boot cast
Brings joy to me too.
Your poem so cheery
Freedom is both
jolly and weary.
It's Advent IV
I'm on my feet
The snow is falling
I've fudge and treats
Violets are blue,
I'd justlike to say
How clever are you
Who write ones new
Hairy the hound.
I like fudge and treats
So am on my way round.
Herders have hair.
Yes, drop over.
I've treats to share.
I enjoy what you do
Here on the thread
Where roses are red.
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happy Christmas
To all of you!
Sugar’s not bad
Come on, it’s Chridtmas
With treats to be had!
Our skies are so blue
Peach bellinis for later
With plenty for you!
A rose gladdens summer
(my Internet's slow)
If you Zoom over quickly
You'll get some gateau!
Christmas not spent
There are twelve days to Christmas…
(and I’ve run out of rhyming words) 😐
Good point…thanks!
Blue is the sea.
Virtual gateau
Is calorie-free.
Blue is the violet,
Brown is the seed.
Calorie-free
Is what I need.
Red is the rose
Pink is the clover,
Thanks for the Zoom date:
I'm on my way over.
Blue is the violet
Light is the CAKE
That's a most worthwhile
Journey to make!
Blue is the lake
Please, won't you pass
Icing on cake?
Raspberries, red
Blueberries, blue
Fresh and tasty
And low-cal too!
Off to the beach
Sunny and warm
Can't walk too much
Will still be a balm.
Violets are blue.
A happy New Year
To all of you.
Violets are blue.
A happy new year?
I hope so, too!
Roses red and white,
Let’s hope 2022
Will be alright!
Violets are blue
I wish you the best
For 2022.
You're poets all.
It's quiet here
No party. No ball.
I wish us well
No matter where.
2022
Be good. Be fair.
Violets are blue
First post of the year?
Happy 2022!🥳
A question now.
Eat well or no?
Advice please, now.
I've chocolates, sweets,
cookies, and more.
Must find a closet
And shut the door.
violets look bereft
Stayed up until midnight
To make sure Old Year left.
I've made a mistake
I meant to type "how?"
Now I want cake!
ML, good for you!
You sure it went?
I was in bed.
Tired and spent.
Violets are blue.
The Old year has gone,
We're now in the New.
A piece of Good News,
Well worth a ditty -
The Queen has decided
To knight Prof Chris Whitty!
Pinks are pink (well duh!)
May 2022
Be better than you think.
Lupins endemic
I'm awfully worried
About this pandemic.
Violets are blue.
You're not alone -
I'm worried too!
Violets are blue,
Roses are white.
Boris is King,
So England's all right...
Up high. Down low.
Should be a "time".
Small flakes. Big snow
Crinolines frilly.
No snow here -
But decidedly chilly.
Sweethearts are dear.
What is this *snow*?
We don't have it here...
Like rain but not
Everything closed
Storm chips are bought.
Violets smell.
What are *storm chips*?
O pray - do tell!
As any fule kno,
When the wind rages
When roads fill with snow.
Potato chips
For most, you see.
Snacks of all sorts
Storm chips can be.
Violets are blue.
Thanks for the chip tip - can I have some, too?
The rowan high
They call for snow
But none is nigh
No blowing wind
No snow or rain
But flooding streams
Are rising again
Water needs pumps
I'm fine with my lot
Not down in the dumps.
The snow, it's too high
To get out the screen door.
The garage one works
Thank goodness for!
Clouds come in wisps.
What some call "potato chips"
Others call "crisps".
Our storm's now done.
I can't go out.
Snow's deep. No fun.