Final Rose

The blog entry name is supposed to be a play on the Bachelor/Bachelorette TV shows. I think they have a "rose ceremony" with a "final rose" but I am not really 100% sure since I don't watch that crap.

In unrelated news, I missed another episode of How I Met Your Mother...(it is NOT crap AVR!)

Goodbye September poem:  

Roses are finished.
Violets are over.
I have no idea what poem
I'll do for October.

To Plog or Not to Plog

So...these poems are a lot more difficult to write than I originally expected.

Also, I am finding that I am not having a lot of original thought lately...say since school started. Coincidence? We'll never know.

Poetry Poem:

Haikus are fun,
Roses poems are hard.
If I've learned one thing
It's this: I ain't the Bard.

[Ed. note: Who doesn't love a caricature with an unusually large head? Look who has a Globe now Shakespeare!]

August is Great, September is better

Happy September everyone!

The month of changing leaves (if you don't live in Texas) or beginning school (if you haven't graduated or were crazy enough to go back) or a new poetry type (if you read my blog, which you clearly do).

Seriously though, September is a great month! Lots of people vacation in August so people are generally still relaxed in September. Moms get some extra "me" time when their kids go back to school. The weather becomes less devastatingly hot (again, particularly for Texans). There is some good fall food, particularly fruits, that I find delicious.

So on to the announcement: The official poetry type of September is (virtual drum roll please) "Roses are Red" poems! Ok let me explain, these poems will be based on the basic poem:

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.

In plogging* this month, I am going to follow 3 rules:

1. My poems will be four lines.
2. My poems will have the rhyme scheme ABCB. (So the end of the second and fourth lines will rhyme.)
3. The first two lines will have to follow the "Something is/are something" format.

An optional fourth, I am going to try and stay within the basic cadence of the original. No promises there. First September poem:

August is great,
September is better.
Because sunburns are red,
But apples are redder.

* Plogging = Poetry blogging. If you didn't know that you are clearly behind on reading my plog.