Retroblogging: Dubious Childhood Poetry I

More entries from the "lost" archives of my youth. Not only did I think I could be an artist, but apparently, I thought I was a poet; though no good, and I just didn't know it.

I call these the Roses are Red series. I cannot claim that they are any good at all. In fact, they are pretty awful. Sadly, later odes don't get any better. Enjoy? (Don't say I didn't warn you...)

Poems c. December 1982

Roses are Red

1.
Roses are red.
Tree bark is brown
I just got slapped
For an improper noun.

2.
Roses are red
Pansies are purple
Drink too much pop
And you're liable to burble.

3.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
The chef caught his toe
And fell in the stew.