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Roses are Red

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"Should I compare thee to a summer's day"
A certain poet said
But consider what comes after May
That compliment is dead.

But I would compare thee to a winters eve
When snow and ice abound
Cool, imperious, by your leave
But underneath I found

A heart as warm as this log fire
Blazing in the hearth
Grace and beauty beyond desire
Full measure of your worth

For what's without we take no heed
It's what's within we treasure
To journey thus is all we need
To garner Life's great pleasure

So not for thee, false summer's claims
Fickle, lame, unsure
But strong and warming as the flames
That fill a heart so pure.
Roses are red
A door needs a key
Thank you all for
The poems about me!!!
Roses are red, as I look around
And everywhere Christmas spirits abound
Decorations above all twinkle and glow
Busy shoppers rush hither and thither below

Presents are wrapped, some plain and some glitter
Children excited and all of a twitter
Santa is coming and yes, I've been good
(Well perhaps not quite as much as I should)

My big brother says that Santa's not real
But I punch him hard and that makes him squeal
Mum says serves him right, he shouldn't torment
But there are some errands on which I am sent

Mum's done her shopping, the turkey's on order
The fridge and the cupboards are full to the border
The cards are all sent, we've done with the posting
Now hmm, let me see, how many are we hosting?

Dad's put up the tree, we've been busy trimming
So many lights, now brightening, now dimming
Covered all over in baubles and bangles
All silver and gold, anything that dangles

House decorated all over with Holly
Mum says she thinks that Dad's off his trolley
He's hanging up mistletoe in hopes of a kiss
From one of his nieces, a real saucy miss

Mum says he'd better not let her catch him snoggin'
Or she fetch him a clout right on top of his noggin
He grins and says he'll make sure she's not looking
He'll grab a quick squeeze while she's doing the cooking

So all is in order, just a few last minute things
That any occasion like this always brings
Now we just have to wait until the time comes
And have enough in the bank to cover the sums

Carols being sung, the season is here
When everyone wishes each other good cheer
Gloom and despondency, fears we will dismiss
And happily say to all "MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Roses are red,
I'm tired of wrapping presents
I suck at rhyming
CRAP!

Roses are red
and i really miss her,
should of thought about that,
before i fisted her sister
Roses are red
Violets are still not blue
Ajax has been naughty
Santa told me so!

Hi Ajax
Roses are red
Her name is Sugarbaby
spends 700 bucks
on he dogs so
she dont get rabbies



HI SB How's mis... master jonathan? snow shoveling's not killin his back i hope?
Roses are red,
Violets are red,
They're all on fire
I'm shit at gardening
Roses are red
Violets are red
Tulips are red
Bushes are red
Trees are......red

FUCK my garden's on fire!
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like being a tease
And being teased too
roses are red
violets are blue
colds suck ass
this is true

Say. Her. Name.


Roses are red
This much is true
Cheer up honeydipped
It could have been man flu

We all know
There is no cure
Us women just
Have to endure

We overcome
We do survive
Man flu sucks
But we stay alive

Unlike them
Who lay in bed
Making out
That they are dead

Its why God
Made a correction
Making Eve
Total perfection

In the Garden
The story is deception
The apple was eaten
By the one who gets erections

Eve was innocent
But she took the blame
For Adams greed
And his shame

But God knew the truth
She knows All
She vented her fury
Made Adams cock small

Now ive run out
Of things to say
Merry xmas to all
And have a good day
The Duchess of Tart

Please check out my new story, co-written with the amazing Wilful.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/long-time-coming.aspx

And my latest poem, The Temptation.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/erotic-poems/the-temptation.aspx
Roses are red
What is this, "Man flu"?
Who lays in bed
and cries boo hoo?

I'm built for go
Even tho I look good
Don't care how I show
I growl under my hood

Pfffft, Adam, that wussy
Is a bad example
In hopes of some pussy
Ate a fuckin' apple

A real man won't whine
If he's coughing and wheezing
It's called a "spine"
It's what Adam was missing

Eve, naked as a jaybird
That slutty little lass
From what I've heard
She loved it in the ass

I'd have tied her to that tree
And fed her my apple
Taken her cherry
And made her very happy

If God has tits
And she makes corrections
Why do so many women
Throw fits of sexual frustrations

Surely, once again (yawn)
From the nice list, I will be stricken
I've offended most all
Who've read what I've written

Merry Christmas to all
I send my best wishes
This part won't rhyme
I'm going to bed
Roses are red
Its Christmas Day
I just have a few
Things to say

First off, my kids woke
At an ungodly hour
Nagged me to hell
Didnt even let me shower

At 5am
Mum, Santas been here
Come and see
He drank dads beer

I am exhausted
Wrapping presents all night
But the joy on their faces
Its pure delight

Merry Christmas to all
Hope you have a nice time
And that you enjoy
This little rhyme.
The Duchess of Tart

Please check out my new story, co-written with the amazing Wilful.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/long-time-coming.aspx

And my latest poem, The Temptation.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/erotic-poems/the-temptation.aspx
Quote by gilrenard
Roses are red
What is this, "Man flu"?
Who lays in bed
and cries boo hoo?

I'm built for go
Even tho I look good
Don't care how I show
I growl under my hood

Pfffft, Adam, that wussy
Is a bad example
In hopes of some pussy
Ate a fuckin' apple

A real man won't whine
If he's coughing and wheezing
It's called a "spine"
It's what Adam was missing

Eve, naked as a jaybird
That slutty little lass
From what I've heard
She loved it in the ass

I'd have tied her to that tree
And fed her my apple
Taken her cherry
And made her very happy

If God has tits
And she makes corrections
Why do so many women
Throw fits of sexual frustrations

Surely, once again (yawn)
From the nice list, I will be stricken
I've offended most all
Who've read what I've written

Merry Christmas to all
I send my best wishes
This part won't rhyme
I'm going to bed



Gil, you do realise there is now a "special " place in hell for you, don't you?
Roses are red
And violets are blue
On this Christmas day
I will say to you
I am grateful for those
who chose me a s friend
I will cherish your friendship
that will never end
and to those I don't know
or who chose not to you see
I still wish you good cheer
Although you were not
Pleased to meet me.
Quote by trinket


Gil, you do realise there is now a "special " place in hell for you, don't you?



Hahahaha...I do realize that, trinket. They are renovating it as we type.
xoxoxoxo
Roses are red, and Christmas is here
For some it was lonely, for others good cheer
KK complains kids get her up early
But she doesn't mind, she's not really surly

The joy in their faces is all your reward
For planning and wrapping and having worked hard
At cleaning and tidying and, oh, what a caper
Just look at it now, - floor covered in paper!

But that's soon cleared up, now on with the cooking
(A quick slurp of brandy when no one is looking)
But too much of that and your head will be murky
Not what you need when roasting a turkey

The veg are prepared and not left to chance
They were all done a day in advance
No need for any last huffing and puffing
Now all that's left is making the stuffing

So in with the bird, the timing is noted
To utter perfection all efforts devoted
Temperature checked, we don't want it burned
To getting it right all attention is turned

At last it is time, conclusion is near
Needle in leg, yes juices run clear
So away with your troubles, for the moment at least
And come, let us all sit down to a feast

The rest of the day is given to leisure
To play or relax, whatever's your pleasure
Till evening arrives and bed calls like a lover
To enwrap weary souls now Christmas is over.
Roses are red
And stories are too
Just another spelling
Happy Holidays to you
Roses are red, my head's all awhirl
I've just had a kiss from a wonderful girl
My face is all flushed, my heart's all aflutter
And all I can do is stammer and stutter

She's lovely, she's happy, she's saucy, she's sweet
Exactly the sort I'd be lucky to meet
But therein's the rub, otherwise I'd be fine
I've got to admit it, the kiss was on line!
Roses are red
But they don't like the cold
It's just January nine
But winter's already old
Roses are red
time for bed
nuff said, cause
i'm dead
Rosses are red
Come spend the day
With me
Making new memories
My love
Have lots of fun
Roses are red,
But I am so blue,
Because of the time
I spend without you.

It does seem that fate
Is being unkind
Sending you overland,
Left me behind.

Our love life is conplex
But I will stay true
For this beating heart
Belongs just to you.
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Roses are red
violets are blue
I think I am coming down
with a case of the flu