Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for March 20, 2023

Roses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems rhymeBut this one does not

Blank verse!

We get the idea, Satch.

And now, the protanopic version:

Roses are gray,Violets are gray.Pretty much everything else is gray too.

No one remembers the forget me nots. cad!

The classic:

Roses are red violets are blue

I’m schizophrenic and so am I.

There once was a man from Provincetown, Mass. whose balls were made out of brass.When he banged them together To play “Stormy Weather”Lightning shot out of his a$$.

And they say dogs are color blind!

Roses are red, violets aren’t black, this poem stinks, so take it back!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXE8LdXzeHM

That poem is about as deep as a puddle in a parking lot.

He didn’t happen to mention all the different colors roses come in. My favorites are called Nicole roses. And if I were ever to have a little girl (never gonna happen now), I would actually name her Nicole Rose.

Free verse, worth every cent.

Oh, blank verse, huh? It’s really hard to do that right.

Happy first day of Spring!

Being poetic is great, Satch. Some sense of knowing when to stop would also help.

Rose’s are red. Violet’s are blue. Daisy’s are white & Lilly’s are, too.

There once was a lady from FranceWho felt something strange in her pantsBut what she thought was a blisterWas her mother’s two sisters So I guess she had aunts in her pants

Not funny. That happened to my Uncle Vinny once.

(Who wants to bet he can get a week out of this?)

Twolips are better than one …!

Roses are blue; violets are pink, after you had your 25th drink. Assuming you are alive of course…..

Regretting that love to part

Little wonder that these two drive Bucky up the wall.

Satchel is giving the Vogons a run for their money with bad poetry.

Or during a certain season …

Roses are wet. / Violets are wet.

Everything is wet. / Please stop raining.

There once was a sculptor named Phidias, Who’s manner in art was invidious, He carved Aphrodite without any nighty, Which startled the ultrafastidious. anon. ( From a life art teacher in 1968.)