It's that time again—to reluctantly and hastily dash off a few Roses are Red poems for that special someone. Well, that special someone for me is you, dear reader. So here are a few hastily dashed off poems to celebrate year number 9(!) of the Blog du Wren Roses Are Red poetry slam. Please leave your contributions in the comments below. Or, if you're not feeling the poetry bug, have a read back at the previous years ('14', '13, '12, '11, '10, '09, '08, '07)
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Friday February 13 2015 | File under: poetry, holidays |
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on Fri 13th Feb, 2015 09:10 pm UTC Moustachella said: Valentine's Day With its Reds and its Pinks Is too much for the Grinch Who cries, "Yuck! Bah! This stinks!" ************************ on Fri 13th Feb, 2015 10:08 pm UTC P Wags said: There won't be roses On your trip from the Wheel But we'd love to share Aloha and a meal ************************ on Sat 14th Feb, 2015 10:31 pm UTC Saxtor said: I said "I could care less" Which does not mean what you think. And I hope that this V-Day Is literally tongue-in-cheek. ************************ on Sat 14th Feb, 2015 11:50 pm UTC Joy said: Roses are red The color of wine After two glasses I feel just fine :) ************************ on Sat 14th Feb, 2015 11:52 pm UTC Aunt Julie said: Measles are red Cyanosis is blue I'd drink some Ebola To get smooches from you ************************ on Sun 15th Feb, 2015 04:37 pm UTC Andrew said: Roses are red This poem is late Apologies for being tardy But I was out on a date ************************ |
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