A/N:Okay, I have seen a lot of these around, so I decided to look through through all of them an make my own Список of вверх Five 'Roses Are Red' Poems. Just cause I wanted to. Basically, everything I do is 'just cause I want to'. Except homework.
5.A/N:Best disclaimer EVER! Well, one of them...
Розы are red
Violets are blue
Me no own
So Ты no sue
4."Roses are red, violets are blue."
That's what they say, but it just isn't true.
Розы are red, and apples are too,
But violets are violet. Violets aren't blue.
An оранжевый is orange, but Greenland's not green
And pinkies aren't pink. So what does it mean?
To call something blue when it's not, we defile it.
But oh, what the heck: it's hard to rhyme "violet."
3.Roses = #FF0000
Violets = #0000FF
Nd so r u
2.Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one doesn't
1.Optimist and Pessimist
A/N: Heh, it's even got a title!
Розы are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the Розы are wilting
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty
And so is your head
A/N:Roses are red, Violets are blue, And god, I'm stuck already!
5.A/N:Best disclaimer EVER! Well, one of them...
Розы are red
Violets are blue
Me no own
So Ты no sue
4."Roses are red, violets are blue."
That's what they say, but it just isn't true.
Розы are red, and apples are too,
But violets are violet. Violets aren't blue.
An оранжевый is orange, but Greenland's not green
And pinkies aren't pink. So what does it mean?
To call something blue when it's not, we defile it.
But oh, what the heck: it's hard to rhyme "violet."
3.Roses = #FF0000
Violets = #0000FF
Nd so r u
2.Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one doesn't
1.Optimist and Pessimist
A/N: Heh, it's even got a title!
Розы are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the Розы are wilting
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty
And so is your head
A/N:Roses are red, Violets are blue, And god, I'm stuck already!
i cant help it oh when will it end i think its going to kill me in the end im sick and tired of it catching me a dark shadow only i can see it tells me to just stop still for one секунда или еще time enough to swollow me whole in a life of hate a gore.
( (this is what my dreams are like they feel to real to be not there it anoys me i cant sleep its nearly one in the morning and everyone is asleep but me))
