Roses spill red from their blossoms as
Violets spread blue from their own.
Betwixt them lay the lavender passion
that is thrust forward from their bones.
Hark, what do mine eyes see
and what do the ears observe?
But the joy of passion flowers
being tossed hither to mine nerves.
And so doth this story recite
a grateful and useful lesson:
When Red and Blue do get together
THE ANSWER AIN'T ALWAYS PURPLE!
A contest entry
- So you think that's a poem? -Fake Poetry by Alikilie.
300 points, ended October 7, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'm interested to hear what people actually think...
Comments
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Too funny! Thanks for entering!
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