Category: poem

On Monday, Jimmy drove too fast and should have paid a fine. On Tuesday, Jimmy parked upon a double yellow line. On Wednesday, Jimmy drove through traffic lights while they were red, On Thursday, Jimmy signalled left but then turned right instead. On Friday, he drove up a street you only should drive down. On […]

roses are red violets are blue in soviet russia poem write you

The Kraut stood on the railway line The engine gave a squeal The driver took an oily rag And wiped him off the wheel

What is the is the point of learning poetic devices in school? Take a similie for example – the chances of me ever using one after my school life is about as likely as a Ferret killing a Lion with a samurai sword…

I started writing poetry the other day: POETR That’s coming along nicely.

Mary, Mary quite contrary, watched her garden thrive. The cops found seed of a rather odd weed; Now she’s doing three to five

Roses are red, Violets are blue. When you squeeze their head, Babies are too.

Rose is Red Violet’s blue I wouldn’t come to our care home If I were you

I’ve been watching you for ages, when you’re on the bus or walking. But I know you’ve never noticed that I’ve been arrested twice for stalking…

There was an old man from Limerick. Who was completely unaware of the short but often humurous poetry that shares the same name as his hometown.

Roses are boring, Violets are Bland, You’re spending Valentines, At home with your hand.

Roses are brown, Violets are brown… Okay, who shat in my garden?

Roses are red Violets are blue I’ve got five fingers And the middle one’s for you

It seems to me that voting day is when the old come out to play for when I went to vote down there the smell of cabbage filled the air

Rose’s are red Violet’s are blue. That’s because Violet is locked in the cold cellar and Rose is up here with me for her turn.