August 2, 2004

Rhyming Slang

I know I have posted this before, but I couldn’t let poetry week go by without my favourite poem.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This poem should rhyme
But it doesn’t!


19 thoughts on “Rhyming Slang

  1. The last time I posted a poem, the reaction was so bad I swore then and there never to post a poem online ever again!

  2. If I remember, you didn’t leave it in place long enough to get a good reaction.
    Come on, post it again…

    Karen on August 2, 2004
  3. Not a chance! It’s bad enough to be ridiculed on the street as part of my day-to-day existence, why bring further ridicule from my friends and colleagues apon my own head?

  4. See? I don’t even have to post anything for the ridicule to rain down!
    I spent all night writing a lovely little thing just for Uborka as well- I am simply too fragile to watch something I’m proud of get mocked. Which I think more or less sums up why I don’t have a `blog- my skin’s not thick enough.

  5. Please, I get mocked all the time. I mock myself. You mock me.
    Get over it and post it or I wont come to Tokoyo Dragons on friday.

  6. Speaking of favourite poems:
    When tweetle beetles fight,
    its called
    a tweetle beetle battle.
    And when they battle in a puddle,
    its a tweetle
    beetle puddle battle.
    AND when tweetle beetles
    battle with paddles in a puddle,
    they call it a tweetle
    beetle puddle paddle battle.
    AND . . .
    When beetles battle beetles
    in a puddle paddle battle
    and the beetle battle puddle
    is a puddle in a bottle . . .
    . . . they call this
    a tweetle beetle
    bottle puddle
    paddle battle muddle.
    AND . . .
    When beetles
    fight these battles
    in a bottle
    with their paddles
    and the bottle’s
    on a poodle
    and the poodle’s
    eating noodles . . .
    . . . they call this
    a muddle puddle
    tweetle poodle
    beetle noodle
    bottle paddle battle.
    AND . . .

  7. Dan. Dear Dan.
    Post the flippin’ poems as posts, not in comments. That way those of us who don’t scroll down the page and check the comments can share in the fun.
    Cos that poem is ace, and I would have missed it if I hadn’t checked back.

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