Wednesday, September 26, 2007

sense of humor

I posted a comment earlier today at Ron's place (for homeschool visitors, different Ron). This Ron I met through Rosie, and they both deserve a visit.

Today Ron posted a sort of tribute to the classic "roses are red, violets are blue" poem and asked for suggestions for the next two lines. I commented and have since apologized, though of the three I left, he did add one back in the comments, though he rightfully deleted my original.

The thing is, he didn't seem to understand how I could have come up with the two that were objectionable. I must say that I don't always display the true horror that is my sense of humor, and I've certainly contained my vulgarity somewhat on this blog. I admit that at the beginning I was perhaps a bit other wordier, though through a possibly unconscious effort, I've restrained myself a bit lately.

So for the edification of my readers, I here include the one I can remember. I once again apologize to Ron, but in my heart of hearts, I'm really a vulgar, uncouth, slightly learned sort of guy to whom very little is sacred. I don't try to offend, but I also don't try not to offend.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I want to poke
You where you poo

And for the hell of it, listen to the song in the video down there. It's Roger Miller doing Dang Me which contains a variation on the aforementioned poem. It makes Big Brother giggle every time he hears it which in turn makes me giggle a little as well. The video has absolutely nothing to do with the song, but thanks to You Tube, there aren't too damn many songs you can't find some version or other of.


trish said...

Love your poem! Expose thy sense of humor, Sam. It makes me laugh.

Michele said...

That's funny.

Anonymous said...

great poem there!!

I also had a good chuckle at the baby and pram post with accompanying picture...

I'm trying to listen to your song but my broadband is CRAPPY and it keeps cutting out and pausing... argh!

Audubon Ron said...

Sams, I acknowledge your point but shit dude, I ain’t gett’in poked where I poo. It rubs me the wrong way. Shit, I can’t believe I even wrote that. I don’t get a physical because I ain’t getting the cold greasy finger either. Ain’t noth’in go’in up there.

The other one was
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The reason I’m gay
It must be because of you

Now give me your damn recipe for Jamaican Jerk Ribs or I’m go’in Bobby Flay on ya

Sue Doe-Nim said...

See that totally changed my view on homeschool.

I thought maybe you weren't prepared to teach literature to your young 'uns.

Now I know that all is well.

tl said...

On a windy day, Fred looked around, and said, 'Well I'll be damned, Rose's are red and Violet's are blue.

On another note.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The cow-yard stinks
And so do you.


Audubon Ron said...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Where's my recipe?