Bad Poetry Monday – 6

Today is a common “bad poem.” I’d love to hear of the worst (but keep it PG, people) ending you ever heard to this one:

Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue…

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49 thoughts on “Bad Poetry Monday – 6

  1. How about this? (Thinking of sweet nothings my husband and I could whisper to each other this year–I mean, what we *will* be able to whisper to each other years from now… years and years and years.)

    I’ve gotten fatter;
    You’ve put on weight too.

  2. Sorry – I thought of one more in the shower this morning. (Don’t be alarmed)

    Roses are red,
    violets are blue.
    I wrote you a love song
    on my crappy kazoo.

    Think I might use that one on Thursday. I just have to write a song quick.

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