Roses are red, violets are blue,
well I think they are purple,
but what can I do?
Neither raining nor pouring,
but hounds are all snoring.
There once was a man from Kildaire,
let us please not even go there.
This is my bad poem for Valentine’s Day,
I really do not have much more to say,
except that I do have a present for you,
from now on I promise to stick to haiku!
In DoG We Trust.
Published on February 14, 2013 08:26