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.
Unlikely Explanations 
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!
I should probably just send the kangaroo to the library.
What I said before
Was awfully terse
I should have expressed it
As some kind of verse.
To you and your dog
Happy Valentine’s day
I hope you find time
To go out and play.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This reply should rhyme
But I’m really much more comfortable with free verse.
We be cool!
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.
Write me a poem
Or two or three more
That’s what this comment
Section is for.
I thought you’d never ask!
Roses are red,
kitties are nice.
They curl up on my lap
and “take care of” mice.
Roses are red,
mice are fun toys.
They like to play chase,
and make a great noise!
Roses are red,
violets are blue
Mice and potatoes,
my favorite fondue… mmm.
LOL, those were great. And fast!
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.
Dogs all have cooties
But that’s okay
I love them all
On Valentine’s Day.
The DO have cooties. And horrible breath. It hides so many of my failings.
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.
I know you love Rosie
And she is no slouch
But my cats have never
Eaten my couch.
Hey, she doesn’t eat my couch! She just lies on it. And, well, licks it.
I’ve made a mistake
And I was unfair
It wasn’t a couch
It was only a chair
Please tell Rosie I’m sorry. And give her a hug for me.
Rosie accepts your apology
And to show she’s no grouch
She says come and visit
She’ll let you lie on her couch.
But just so you know,
she’ll get up there too.
To snuggle and snore,
is this dog’s dream come true.
That isn’t a problem
I don’t mind balls of fur
Even the kind that
Don’t know how to purr.
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
That sounds like a party
That I would enjoy
I might even bring
My favorite cat toy.
See this, if you will,
a feline tea party,
with cookies and cakes,
and slabs of Havarti.
Havarti and Gouda
And Cheddar and Brie
This kind of tea party
Sounds like fun to me.
Those toys are such fun
We cannot we resist
So come to our house
And play us some Liszt
If I try to play music
I’ll hurt your poor ears
And your lovely party
Will just end in tears.
Those toys are such fun
We cannot resist
So come to our house
And play us some Liszt
Sure we’ll eat up your toys
As you play us some tunes
But we’ll bake you some tuna
And blow up balloons
Explosive balloons
are a threat, to be sure.
Don’t eat all the tune.
You’ll only want more.
If we run out of tuna
We can always make more
Then curl up for a nap
And purr and then snore
What’s with all the tuna?
Where did magpie go?
I prefer for a party,
some delicious cocoa.
Cocoa and cookies
And ice cream and cake
To run out of chocolate
Would be a mistake
I’m really bummed out
about my typo.
Should be “tuna,” not “tune,”
I’m sure you did know.
Ooh, Liszt is a reference
I had never known.
Through Google I learned
he worked for the throne.
This blog can do more
Than simply distract
Every now and then
You’ll learn a new fact.
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.
I’ve created a monster
Of that there’s no doubt
I’m sorry to say
There is no way out.
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.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
After today
Their price cut in two.
Why only flowers?
Or have you forgotten
Post-Valentine’s chocolate
Can also be gotten
And diamonds, and cards
And restaurants – all it
Wanted to get
A piece of my wallet.
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?
I’m not gonna say
But here is a clue:
I’m not that Seuss guy
Who once heard a Who
Impressive!
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.”)
If it will help
Get all your books back
Feel free to have it
Engraved on a plaque.
Are you kidding? I LOVE bleu cheese in fondue!
In that case, dear Peg
You can take my share — please!
Because the truth is
I don’t like bleu cheese.
Your cats are cute…but I still would like a kangaroo. I think one would keep my cat in line.
Now that would be cute,
A cat in a pouch
But watch out for claws,
The roo might say “ouch”.
Some roses are red
Some violets are blue
Some people can rhyme
But none quite like you.
:)
Your comment was
So very sublime.
I can’t think how
To finish this rhyme.
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.
Thanks for the nudge
And such a nice rhyme.
You’re right that two months
Is way too much time.
So I’ll put an end
To all these delays
And write a new post
Within seven days.
Yay!
This is my kind of poetry! Love it.