Poetry Happy Sparkle Fun Timez

Last night, I discovered a pile of unused business reply postcards that Mom and the ladies at the college had been using as scratch paper. I decided that I was going to decorate them and mail them to her and her friends just for fun. I dragged Sis into the plot and we decided to terrorize Mom and her co-worker friend with nothing but truly awful "Roses are red..." poems.

We came up with several that were really cringe-worthy.

Jaye's contributions:

Roses are red
Violets are flowers
I often believe
I have magical powers

Roses are red
Violets are furry
When I take off my glasses
You look really blurry


Me:

Roses are red
Violets are purple
There isn't a word
That rhymes with purple.
(Except maybe hurple)

Roses are red
Violets are sunny
I need a Ferrari
Give me some money

Instead of committing first class mail fraud, I left them in her purse to find. She thought they were hilarious. We decorated them like serious Hallmark cards so the messages were rather a shock.