Valentine (2014)

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My library books
Are all overdue.

Roses are red
Violets are too
Rose-colored glasses
Are what I see through.

Roses are red
Goulash is stew
Have a nice meal
And don’t get the flu.

Roses are red
Some cheese is bleu
But not the kind
That’s good in fondue.

Roses are red
Kittens say “mew”
My cats are cuter
Than your kangaroo.

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53 comments on “Valentine (2014)

  1. Karen says:

    I believe you’re allowed an extension on those due dates when your kittens are cuter than kangaroos. If that’s not a rule, it should be. Happy Valentine’s Day!

  2. Theresa says:

    Oh no… You know I can’t resist the siren song of the “roses are red” form of poetry. And a fondue reference, too. It’s not fair.

  3. Elyse says:

    Roses are red
    What’s that he said
    “Your cat’s on the counter
    With something that’s dead!”

    Dogs just roll in the dead stuff.

  4. Gail says:

    Laura,

    Roses are red
    Daisies are yellow
    I’ve never heard of a cat
    Who could play the cello.

    Roses are red
    Bet your cats can’t cook
    Or deliver mail
    Or read a book!
    (overdue or otherwise…)

    Now if you had a DOG
    Like my beautiful Rosie
    You and your cats
    Would REALLY be cozy.

    She’d be happy to lick you
    And lie on your couch
    While she thought up more tricks
    ‘Cause Rosie’s no slouch.

    If off you should wander
    And leave her behind
    She’d not let you stray!.
    She’d harness her mind

    To go after you pronto.
    For her fanciest trait
    Is to flick up her nose
    And flip open her gate!

    So…

    I get that your cats
    Are YOUR Valentine
    But I’m here to proclaim
    That ROSIE is mine.

  5. MJ says:

    The roses are dead
    The violets are too
    My dogs and my cats
    Have so much to do

    They lift up my spirits
    And cause me such glee
    We all dance around
    And drink our green tea

  6. magpie97537 says:

    Those toys are such fun
    We cannot we resist
    So come to our house
    And play us some Liszt

  7. Theresa says:

    The question before us
    at this present here time,
    is how can we gently
    cease talking in rhyme?

    It’s almost addictive,
    to play with the verse.
    You’ve given us both
    a blessing and curse.

    Some parties among us,
    stay up until three,
    while about ten o’clock
    is the limit for me.

    Upon my awake,
    I will eagerly look
    at this blog to find out
    if there is a whole book.

    • Laura says:

      I’ve created a monster
      Of that there’s no doubt
      I’m sorry to say
      There is no way out.

      • Theresa says:

        But what’s it all mean,
        This rhyme with no reason?
        Just a piece of pure fun,
        During the rainy season.

        Oh yeah, Valentine’s Day.
        It’s almost behind us.
        I really must say,
        I don’t at all mind it.

        At least for tonight,
        I’m signing off now.
        You’ve made something fun.
        So please take a bow.

  8. List of X says:

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    After today
    Their price cut in two.

  9. Livetowrite says:

    Roses are red,
    violets are blue,
    Cupid is that you,
    Oh I thought its you,

    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    Cupid, If that ain’t you,
    Then who are you?

  10. sarah9188 says:

    I might have to steal
    Your library rhyme
    To use at my job
    It’d be so sublime.

    (Seriously, that’d been perfect yesterday, only switching it from “my” to “your.”)

  11. pegoleg says:

    Are you kidding? I LOVE bleu cheese in fondue!

  12. Your cats are cute…but I still would like a kangaroo. I think one would keep my cat in line.

  13. yearstricken says:

    Some roses are red
    Some violets are blue
    Some people can rhyme
    But none quite like you.
    :)

  14. theresa says:

    Roses are red.
    Where is the blogger?
    Two months is too long
    to go without… Frogger?

    See what I mean?
    My mind has gone stale.
    Such a poor, sorry rhyme.
    My expression did fail.

    What I’m trying to say,
    to the Keep of the Blog,
    In a roundabout way,
    is to push through the clog,

    and write a new post.
    I need it, you see.
    Your humor and wit
    Are not lost on me.

    So sharpen your pen,
    or uncap your mouse
    Whatever it takes
    And I’ll cease to grouse.

  15. This is my kind of poetry! Love it.

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