Saturday, December 19, 2015

A little poem

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
This is a poem
That I wrote for you.

This is a blog
Where I can write
Sometimes in day,
Most often at night.

This is a poem
You're on the 'Net.
These are some words.
Are you bored yet?

Soil is brown.
Earthworms are pink.
They never get poems.
Why, do you think?

I'm on my phone
And on a couch.
What rhymes with couch?
Crouch, grouch, and ouch.

That last rhyme scheme
Does not really fit,
But this is my blog.
I do what I want.

I have a foot.
I have some hair.
I am a human.
No surprise there.

What is today?
Friday, I think.
Tonight I prob'ly
Won't sleep a wink.

I kinda cheated
By short'ning a word.
I did it again,
But nobody heard.

Nobody heard that
Because it's just text
And not read out loud
(But I'll do that next).

Is this a talent?
You bet your behind.
Poetry's hard,
So please be kind.

How is it going?
Hey, what's up, doc?
How 'bout this weather?
I hate small talk.

I'm out of random
Things I can say.
This poem is over.
Have a nice day.


  1. Roses are Red
    Violets are Blue
    Is one post a month
    The best you can do?

  2. Roses are Red
    Violets are Blue
    One month was bad
    But now you've gone two