Category: poem

Red ring at night, Gately’s delight. Blue ring in morning, oedema warning.

Roses are Red Lemons are sour Open your legs And give me an Hour …

‘Love is like a river, let it flow free.’ Love is like a river, usually someone with more money than you will be able to divert its course.

I cleared out my schedule The weekend was freed But the fishing was ruined Forgot to bring weed.

I have nothing against poetry. If it wasn’t for poetry, Postman Pat would have a black and white dog.

Rose’s are red, Asphyxiation is blue, My hands are round your throat, and I’m raping you.

And when they were up, they were up, And when they were down, they were down. I’m no doctor but sounds like the Grand Old Duke of York’s men were bi-polar.

Research shows that primary school teachers are telling nursery rhymes more often these days. The children are said to be over the moon.

Men`s faults are many, Women have only two: Everything they say And everthing they do.

I’ve started dating Jason Orange’s sister and am trying to impress her by writing her some poetry. It’s a lot trickier than I thought it would be.

Roses are Grey, Violets are Grey. I’m a Dog.

Haikus are easy But sometimes they don’t make sense Refrigerator

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I have multiple personalities, and I have it too

Yesterday, my wife said she’s leaving, because I overuse haikus.

Our stock is too low to trade-off, My friends are about to get laid off And the future looks grim For those ever so dim To invest all their money with Madoff.