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$$.
He didn’t happen to mention all the different colors roses come in. My favorites are called Nicole roses. And if I were ever to have a little girl (never gonna happen now), I would actually name her Nicole Rose.
There once was a lady from FranceWho felt something strange in her pantsBut what she thought was a blisterWas her mother’s two sisters So I guess she had aunts in her pants
There once was a sculptor named Phidias, Who’s manner in art was invidious, He carved Aphrodite without any nighty, Which startled the ultrafastidious. anon. ( From a life art teacher in 1968.)
Partyalldatyme almost 2 years ago
Roses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems rhymeBut this one does not
Johnny Q Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Blank verse!
DennisinSeattle almost 2 years ago
We get the idea, Satch.
dadoctah almost 2 years ago
And now, the protanopic version:
Roses are gray,Violets are gray.Pretty much everything else is gray too.
Jayalexander almost 2 years ago
No one remembers the forget me nots. cad!
Sanspareil almost 2 years ago
The classic:
Roses are red violets are blue
I’m schizophrenic and so am I.
MayCauseBurns almost 2 years ago
There once was a man from Provincetown, Mass. whose balls were made out of brass.When he banged them together To play “Stormy Weather”Lightning shot out of his a$$.
iggyman almost 2 years ago
And they say dogs are color blind!
iggyman almost 2 years ago
Roses are red, violets aren’t black, this poem stinks, so take it back!
nosirrom almost 2 years ago
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXE8LdXzeHM
Chithing Premium Member almost 2 years ago
That poem is about as deep as a puddle in a parking lot.
bookworm0812 almost 2 years ago
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.
MS72 almost 2 years ago
Free verse, worth every cent.
Twelve Badgers in a Suit Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Oh, blank verse, huh? It’s really hard to do that right.
Is like a melody Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Happy first day of Spring!
rshive almost 2 years ago
Being poetic is great, Satch. Some sense of knowing when to stop would also help.
ChukLitl Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Rose’s are red. Violet’s are blue. Daisy’s are white & Lilly’s are, too.
mkelley54 almost 2 years ago
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
Keno21 almost 2 years ago
Not funny. That happened to my Uncle Vinny once.
mistercatworks almost 2 years ago
(Who wants to bet he can get a week out of this?)
Howard'sMyHero almost 2 years ago
Twolips are better than one …!
raybarb44 almost 2 years ago
Roses are blue; violets are pink, after you had your 25th drink. Assuming you are alive of course…..
dv almost 2 years ago
Regretting that love to part
BlitzMcD almost 2 years ago
Little wonder that these two drive Bucky up the wall.
Mountaingreenery almost 2 years ago
Satchel is giving the Vogons a run for their money with bad poetry.
rgcviper almost 2 years ago
Or during a certain season …
Roses are wet. / Violets are wet.
Everything is wet. / Please stop raining.
MFRXIM Premium Member almost 2 years ago
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.)