S.A.D. Poetry

In honor of the pink and red "holiday" upon us, I decided to do a poetry lesson with one of my classes today. (Also because I was too lazy to do anything else, and this is a standard lesson I've done several times. I used the "holiday" as an excuse.) While my students were plugging away, I penned a few of my own, in honor of us, and the men that have come in and out of our lives over the last year.

To not settling:

Roses are Red,
Grass is green,
Don't I deserve
To be treated like a Queen?

The Highlander:

Roses are Red,
Violets are blue,
You're so stupid,
You haven't got a clue.

The Dark Horse:

Violets are blue,
Roses are Red,
We would be better
If we just stayed in bed.

For Grayer and Conrad:

Roses are Red,
Funerals are black,
What you two have
Is really whack.

For Welsh Willy:

Roses are Red,
But some are pink,
For not calling Fen,
You really stink!

For Scarlet:

Roses are Red,
Lillies are white,
I'm only looking for
My very own knight.

I could go on and on and on...