roses are red, violets are blue ....

[paul wheaton]

roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
and some don't

[Sameer Jamal]

Originally posted by Paul Wheaton:
roses are red
violets are blue

Oh my darling
I love you.

[David O'Meara]

A king who was mad at the time
declared lymeric writing a crime.
  and so late at night
  the poets would write
sentences without any rhyme or meter.

[Jim Yingst]

Paul and Sameer: Get a room, you two!

[Sameer Jamal]

Originally posted by Jim Yingst:
Paul and Sameer: Get a room, you two!

I was just completing a rhyme.

[Ernest Friedman-Hill]

"Paul and Sameer: Get a room, you two! "
"I was just completing a rhyme. "
Of all the threads in MD today,
This one's the best waste of time

Snark hunting, anyone?

[Stuart Ash]

Originally posted by David O'Meara:
A king who was mad at the time
declared lymeric writing a crime.
  and so late at night
  the poets would write
sentences without any rhyme or meter.

And get sentences for no rhyme or reason

[fred rosenberger]

There once was a man from Spokane,
Who's lyrics you never could scan.
When told this was so,
He said "Yes, I know!!!
But I always try to fit as many words in the last line as I possibly can!"

[Stuart Ash]

Originally posted by Stuart Ash:


And get sentenced for no rhyme or reason

[Paul Clapham]

That was one mighty bump! Then I will have to inflict this limerick on the forum, which I learned at my mother's knee:

There was a young fellow named Paul
Who went to a fancy-dress ball
He thought he would risk it
And go as a biscuit
But a dog ate him up in the hall.

[Andrew Monkhouse]

From Think Geek:

[W. Joe Smith]

I like this one...I didn't write it, but it's funny.

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

[Deepak Bala]

Andrew Monkhouse wrote:From Think Geek:

[Bert Bates]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm a schizophrenic
And so am I!

[Michael Matola]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Schizophrenia is not
Dissociative identity disorder.

[Jelle Klap]

There once was a buggy AI
Who decided her subject should die.
When the plot was uncovered,
The subjected discovered
That sadly the cake was a lie.

[Ernest Friedman-Hill]

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who owned a guitar and would pluck it,
On occasion he'd say,
With a look faraway,
"I once owned a drum, and I struck it!"

I actually just made this up.