Roses are Red, Violets are blue... Part Deux

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Nobody's spittin' rhymes
Dafuq is wrong with all you?
 
Roses are red
Fuck, Jett, that’s deep.
Keep up with that shit
You’ll put ‘em to sleep!

🙄
 
Roses are red
Jett’s ego’s in flight
It’s plainly not you
Try hard as you might. 🙄
 
Roses are red,
Like silken thoughts in my head,
Stretching out my hand,
Needing you here in my bed
I know this is the RRVB thread, but that one needs a haiku response Mia.

Languorous fingers
Beckoning invitation
To silken delights.

And since it is the RRVB thread and just so you know that Jett doesn't break the rules all the time ...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Jett breaks the rules
About as often as he manages to keep them.

(see?)
 
Roses are red,
And my inbox’s integrity in tact,
My short poem to him here no issue,
Compared to last night’s thread’s impact 😂😂😂

(Clumsiest ever poem 😂)
Roses are red
It was only a game
Though perhaps in the end
Too many moths saw the flame?
 
Roses are read (see what I did there?)
Your rhymes are fine
Carry on Mia
When's the next line?
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Don't you hate it when someone makes a Roses Are Red poem with one line way too long and too many syllables?
Does that annoy you?
Roses are red
Agree with you
Those fuckers who can't write for shit really get up my goat
So help me gawd.

:mad:
 
So here's what you do
You do roses and violets
In five seven five.

Oh, shit. That's the haiku thread ...

:p
 
There once was some roses so red
And violets, were blue, now dead
They died from the crime
Of failure to rhyme
Take heed, write better. 'Nuff said.

**Bloody hell, Jett, it's the frikkin RRBV thread. Get it together you dipshit!** :mad:
 
Alas the rose blooms not for Summer’s day
As Autumn’s leaves dull ere the chill befall.
Violets blue displace the darling buds of May
In bursts of colour bright yet stature small.
No longer hot the light of heaven shines
As cold and grey the Winter clime begins,
Yet doth the little flow’rs in untamed lines
Rejoice both heart and eye like catechins
The warming glow to Autumn palates bring.
O little blossoms, soon the winds will blow
And to thy azure petals start to cling
The touch of hoary frost and powdered snow.
So much for love and Spring's bright shows of joy;
May little blues of Fall my muse employ.

**Ok, Jett, that really is your last warning**
 
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