Friday, May 27, 2011
Love Letters to my Flatmate
Category: Poetry/LyricsRoses are red.
Violets are blue.
We’re all out of milk
and margarine too.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue (not pink).
Stop leaving clumps of hair
in the bathroom sink.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Why the f**k would you leave your stupid homemade moisturiser in the fridge?
I thought it was salad cream!
I took a tuna and moisturiser sandwich to work!
You suck!
Very rarely does a piece of writing make me laugh out loud. And I don’t mean that I LOLed the way so many people who have lost the concept of expressing their emotions because of technology overload. I mean I literally laughed out loud. Thank god I didn’t laugh my head off, although I guess I did, figuratively. Thanks for the laugh, and keep em’ coming!
Made me fricking pop a pants button, blow out a zipper and spit wine out my nose. The bad thing is I wasn’t drinking wine. I was eating grapes. I’ll be sure to read it again and again when I get back from the emergency room.
Very chuffed that it made you giggle
I sent a version of this to a poetry contest called the Wergle Flomp Competition, so fingers crossed. deminizer - If your nose can ferment grape mush and turn it into wine, you could potentially make a lot of money….
Yes, if I wouldn’t stop consuming all the wine!
Hilarious. And it really illustrates the daily aggravations of a relationship. Keep up the great work.











