Guns N Roses - Truly "whole lotta Rosie"

What could be a better start to the day (sarcasm galore) than getting an email from this friend of mine with an exclusive poem for me...hold your breath, this ain't hunky-dory or mushy mushy...you gotta read it to believe it!

Friend:
“Roses are red; violets are blue
Monkeys like you should be kept in the zoo.
Don't feel so angry, you will find me there too
Not in a cage but laughing at you.”

Here it gets interesting when the two bloggers (my friend & I) start realizing that we have this hidden poetic talent and the innate urge to exploit this endowment to the best of our abilities on a cool and gloomy day! So, I thought to myself, why should I be left behind…here’s my fitting answer :-)

Me:

"Roses are red; violets are blue,

Fools like you don't have a clue.

How I wonder what I will go through,

Talking to you can only cause serious flu.”

I ain't exactly sure as to what my friend was thinking when he read this, but his poetic retort said it all – he was actually loving this and took on the creative challenge in style :-)

Friend:
“Roses are wilting; violets are dead,
Sugar is lumpy like your head.
Don’t be mad, don’t be blue
Frankenstein was a moron too.

Roses are red; violets are blue,
I made this poem up while sitting up on the loo!!”

This now became a question of “who is better” and “how can I prove I am better”. So, my brain did a little overtime in trying to outshine my dear friend.

Me:
“Roses & violets are meant to bring joy,
Morons like you can only destroy.
I ain’t mad; I don’t need to cry,
For idiots like you leave me high and dry.

Roses might be red and violets blue,
Read this poem and you might forever be in the loo!”

Not only did the verses multiply, the intensity now got bigger and better :-) We called for a war!

Friend:
“Violets turn red and roses turn blue,
A biotechnology disaster creates a big hue.
Scarface came to the rescue;
Roses turned red and violets blue,
But Scarface had fleas and gave them to you.

Then came JV and realized violets are purple,
And maple surple.
To all those morons who still think violets are blue,
Pack your bags and stand next to the loo.

Violets are coy and roses ain't joy,
Learn it the hard way that these ain't any toy.
Roses have thorns,
Not seen by morons.”

The Famous last words had to be mine and here they go!

Me:
“Red roses and blue violets bear the brunt,
Some psycho from hell is on the hunt.
He cares less, he is blatantly blunt,
He is desperately trying to confront.

Stinking shoe is what you chew,
What’s your fetish with the loo?
Like a cat you mew mew,
Its time to take you to the zoo.

Violets might be coy, roses might have thorns,
Flowers like these are great adorns.
I would be glad if you are reborn,
As a special pig with two horns.”

PS: Many thanks to my friend for not only letting me publish this, but also contributing to the blog in a big way :) Thanks JV!