v-day poems

I.
roses are red
violets divine
like secant to theta
you've won over my cosine.

II.
roses are red
violets are elegant
come into my bed
im hung like an elephant.

III.
roses are red
violets sublime
i can't think of anything
else that will rhyme.

IV.
roses are red
and soft like your lips
my love for you
is a total eclipse.

V.
roses are read
just like this poem
im sitting here writing
alone in my home.

VI.
roses are red
violets are blue
oh wait i'm just kidding
Patrick's here too.

VII.
roses are red
violets are shifty
i love you like harry
does love his big swifty

VIII
roses are red
and violets kowtow
im on such a roll
theres no stopping me now

XI
roses are red
violets are curled
i could write about anything
in the whole wide world

X
roses are red
and bloom once a year
now after poem ten
i could use a cold beer

XI
roses are red
violets do thrive
if i've something to say
make it a colt 45

XII
roses are red
like bloody old sweater
although now im thinking
coronas are better

XIII
roses are red
violets are picked
now some dark guiness
will resolve the conflict

XIV
roses are red
violets like heaven
this poem is numbered
by twos and sevens

XV
roses are red
violets are blue
im sick of this shit
and you must be too