Dour Poetry for Fools in Love
Roses are dead
Violets are too
Oranges fall
A sad shade of blue
Tulips are odd
Daisies are true
Kumquats are warty
Oh, what should we do?
Truth is a lie
Love is a sop
I feel like a frog
Preparing to hop
Kisses are wet
Humour is black
Jello is set
It says on the pack
Hogs are obese
Noses are cold
When anyone rings
Just put them on hold
Muckles are sherp
Friggles are purn
Dojis eat burp
In hell you will burn
Glamons are mork
Fafter is glit
What can be next?
You're naught but a git.
Contributors: | N, anon, Need help at www.spoonbil, Dassn't Say, F, baoloa, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 4th August 2003. |