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!
August 2, 2004
Rhyming Slang
Uborka
your weird cousins
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!
Boo.
Get off.
– Shakespeare
Shakespeare was a iambic pentameter.
I am bic penta meter?
He was a five-yard long biro?
Don’t make me bitch slap you.
Roses are red
Violets are too
So I won’t give you violets
Because violets are blue
Dan you are meant to post your poems as posts not comments.
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!
If I remember, you didn’t leave it in place long enough to get a good reaction.
Come on, post it again…
Yes listen to Karen.
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?
Because you like the attention.
So are you saying bloggers should be ridiculed?
Boo get off.
Heathen.
No, just Dan 🙂
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.
d
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.
Oh all right then.
Have at you, bitterness!
d
Oh all right then.
Have at you, bitterness!
d
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 . . .
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.