Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Poems

Poems

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I have five fingers

and the pinky is

for you

Roses are Red

Violets are blue

She's for me

Not for you

By a chance
You'll take my place
I'll get my knuckles
and smash your face.

Jumping Monkey

Jumping Monkey

There once was a jumping monkey

Jumping he would always be.
He was stiff.
He feel of a cliff.
Now jumping he will never be.