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

Roses are red!
Violets are red!
Call the police!
Someone's been killed in the florists!

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

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

Our love will never become cold and hollow. Unless, one day, you refuse to swallow.

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

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

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.

Writing a break up Poem to some one. Need a line that rhymes with...."you forget to mention your trans-gender operation".

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

I'm a man from Norfolk called Grant
my gran is also my aunt
my sister's my mother
my uncles my brother
you try to explain it, I can't

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

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

I dig, you dig, we dig, he digs, she digs, they dig.
It's not a beautiful poem, but it's very deep.

There once was a man called Hawking,
Who got very bored of walking,
He got on a scooter,
Attached a computer,
And now it does all of the talking.

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

The difference between poetry and prose:
A woman at the seaside
Walking on the front
Went into the water
It came up to her knees.
That's prose, if she had gone in another foot it would have been poetry.

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

HAIKU:
Writing a poem
in seventeen syllables
is very diffi

Roses are red,
Violets are red,
No wait...
THE GARDEN'S ON FIRE!

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

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.