rymes
Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 4:56 pm
Following are (? the top 11) entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a two-line rhyme with the most romantic first line, and the least romantic second line:
11. What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
10. My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe 'Go to hell'.
09. My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
08. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
d@mn, I'm good at telling lies!
07. I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
06. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life.
05. I thought that I could love no other
– that is until I met your brother.
04. Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.
03. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
02. I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
01. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
11. What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
10. My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe 'Go to hell'.
09. My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
08. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
d@mn, I'm good at telling lies!
07. I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
06. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life.
05. I thought that I could love no other
– that is until I met your brother.
04. Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.
03. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
02. I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
01. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.