Valentine’s Day has come and gone; I celebrated with bourbon balls from Berea’s own Fudge Factory found on Short street. The “Mutts” comic strip in the Lexington and Richmond newspapers ran a series of short 4 line verses based on “Roses are red…,” written as if from the strips various regular characters. I offer my variation. I found pictures of Knockout roses, quite lovely pictures, but I couldn’t get any downloaded; thus, no picture. An example of the strip from one of the week days might have worked, but I just thought of that, and have no idea how to do that either, download a comic strip. Alas! Technologically challenged, I am. Ha! The spellcheck threw up “advanced” to go with technologically. Still not know me? Actually, it does fairly well most of the time.
KNOCKOUT
Bold red, the color of this striking rose;
Dark blue, the color of violets in spring;
Lilies that fester, so we were once told,
Can’t kill the joy that wild blooming weeds bring.
Mary and I worked together to find a modifier for red that went with the title and “idea” I was working on here. “Bold” was entirely her idea. I haven’t written anything in so long that I am about to pass out from the effort. And, everyone remembers that “Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.” Also iambic pentameter. Spellcheck was way ahead of me that time.
Now, if only Simon, my crippled black and brown dachshund, could gain control of his bladder and the use of his rear legs. Time to go see him.
Little brother is almost as old as I am. Simon