Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
Our leader is Brown
And we're in the poo.
BT
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Thursday, 12 February 2009
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I only got as far as "Gordon Brown, texture like scum..."
ReplyDeleteRoses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
Gordon Brown
We're going down
not my best
Ode to Gordon Brown.
ReplyDeleteShall I compare thee to a bale of hay?
Thou art more shapeless and more allergenic.
Let dollars rise and fall (as well they may),
You've made the pound as worthless as a pfennig.
Ahem. Sorry, still cross about being skint. Do I get points for a totally preposterous rhyme?
Fancy - Excellent! A fine quatrain, notable for its central caesura and the plaintive falling cadence of the final anapest.
ReplyDeleteLucy - I can hear that synchopated rhythm now...As for the ode, you win an outright award of hardy laurels for a superbly merititious creation, and particularly for rhyming of 'allergenic' with 'pfennig' - a poetic first.
Roses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
Neither of them can grow in this climate at this time of year,
So if you're buying them for a loved one you're not only making all us single people feel shit, you're also contributing to global warming. So think about that, why don't you, you smug married.
Have I missed the point of the exercise?
Phfleugh. That's the sound of expelling fluff, Hattie. If I'd known my jaw was going to hit the floor I'd have hoovered. I think you have created a whole new genre of greeting card. Bit late for VD, but you could work something up for Easter?
ReplyDelete"Roses are red,
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue;
I never could write poetry,
Doo de doo dah doo."
Well, it worked for Sting.
Rol - You underestimate your lyrical abilities. I particularly liked the villanellic repetition of 'doo' in the last line; there was an element of unstoppable inevitability about it that transcended something quite a lot.
ReplyDeleteRoses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
I like blogging
And think you do too
DJ, that's plain classy. I wouldn't have expected anything less from you.
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
ReplyDeleteRoses are red
Romance in wedlock?
Get yer head read.
Sorry. He never gets me anything. No wait, untrue. However I am a bit tired of all the fluffy bollocky cards....
Roses are red
ReplyDeleteMay flags are too
For all Gordon's shit
I'm not voting blue.
Best I could come up with - it's way past my bedtime! ;-)
Defecits are red
ReplyDeleteBankers are blue
The nation is led
Right down to the broo
Red....
ReplyDeleteBlue....
Who??
I keep on chasing dreams,
and want you all to chase them too
Amanda - Brutal but good. And I've bought the SS a fluffy one this year, against my better judgement. Too late to change it, as we're snow-bound again.
ReplyDeleteSteve - Pluckily gritty. I especially like the double-meaning of the third line.
Madame D - Yon gey sang bears the gree; teuch, leal, it clouts the cuddie reivers whaur it skaiths!
Justme - I like the ethereal tone of this; it is looking at the stars!
Thanks, Mate. See ya in the seedy part o' town.
ReplyDeleteStrewth Amanda, You still up? I'm game...
ReplyDeleteRoses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
My hours have been cut
Daily meals we'll eschew
Ack.
Pearl
Roses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
....
Taken from the Instructions Manual for Colour-Blind Florists.
Pearl - Love it. Especially the implicit irony in the clever use of 'eschew'.
ReplyDeleteGadjo - This keeps making me laugh. To find an entirely new take on those two lines is genius.
Brother, actually, I have to confess that I nicked it from I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue ! :-)
ReplyDeleteThat's not very romantic! ;- )
ReplyDeleteTime to get out the Old Brown Sherry, BT!
ReplyDeleteBT's hedgies blue,
Telephone boxes too
Cupid's shot the leaders
who shit their loafers
Then Violet went astray
and sadly so, OBS remains
E-r?
EV - No, I'd say ER.
ReplyDeleteThought so.
ReplyDeleteSlap in the head - I was about to chide you for your poem about Obama - not very race sensitive - until I realized this was a site by a British author. We Americans can be so egocentric, can't we?
ReplyDeletePS, looking back, I should have taken a clue from the capitalization of the word, eh?
ReplyDeleteJunosmom - Welcome! Gosh, I hadn't been thinking beyond these small shores either, and see just how inappropriate my wording might seem. Gulp!
ReplyDeleteI don't want to be gratuitously political, but I've yet to meet anyone who doesn't have high hopes of your new leader. Swap?
Just been enjoying your posts.
Brother Tobias, Thank you for your comment back. I've written about my silly mistake on my blog and linked to you. Rather amusing.
ReplyDeleteAs to the hopes of my country, it is difficult to say that "Americans" are hopeful as the culture, education levels, and beliefs vary widely depending on the region.
I live in Kentucky, and am in what one might consider the "Bible belt". Here, many people I know are very conservative and fear Obama will take us into socialized medicine (which they do not want), bigger government, lax abortion laws (this was a big part of their opposition) and liberal views.
My husband and I are "transplants" and aren't originally from this more southern region, and in fact, have more Northern views. We are hopeful that eventually, things will brighten but cautious enough to prepare for hard times before it gets better.