Facebook Poetry (or how many times can we slay the slain)

Okay, this will never go viral, but it entertained me and anyone who ran across it on my facebook wall for a couple of days. I just wanted to post it for posterity’s sake. Every day I’m chucklin’. Hey, that could be my new catchphrase. Hmm.

First, my little plagiarizer of a daughter (Kidding, I love you babe. Babe? Babe! BABE!)  posted this for me:

Roses are red,
Bacon is also red,
Poems are hard.
Bacon.

Then my nephew (let’s call him Joe Doe to protect the not so innocent) posted this version:

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
John Doe* and Jane Doe* are now my friends.
Bacon.

*the innocent

Another nephew couldn’t resist and posted this:

Trees are green.
The sky is blue.
I enjoy eating pizza.
SPAM™!!!!

And I wrote this:

The sky is yellow.
The grass is blue.
Ask the blind man.
Hot dog.

Nephew one’s rebuttal:

Roses are black,
violets are black,
I think I’m going to go cry now..

And some random guy I don’t know commented this (It’s a good one, so I had to include it).

Roses are gray.
Violets are gray.
I’m color blind. :/

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