Food of the love gods.
Last week, we offered a Maltesers Teasers hamper to a Broadsheet reader who could successfully complete (to the satisfaction of the judges) this romantic rhyme:
‘Roses are red,
And so are my Teasers,
____________________,
____________________.
You answered in your dozens.
But there could be only one winner.
In reverse order then…
Roses are red
And so are my Teasers,
At weekends me and he,
We turn into Creatures.
ahjayzis
Roses are red
So are my Teasers
I think I’m STI free
But that’s not what my wee says
missred
Roses are red
And so are my Teasers
I should shout out my safeword.,
But sure, anything to please her.
f lawless
Roses are red,
And so are my Teasers,
Love is an abstract concept for sure,
hijacked by commercialism that nasty auld hoor,
for yet another day to keep you docile enough,
under the illusion of romance just buying more stuff.
Joe
Roses are red
So are my Teasers
For someone you’d love
To get diabetes.
Nigel
Roses are red,
And so are my Teasers,
My fiancé repeated the leaving cert twice,
But I love her and not high achievers
Dublin Bus Smoker
Roses are red,
And so are my Teasers,
Mount me Denis O’Brien,
Said no Broadsheet readers…
Lo
Roses are red,
And so are my Teasers,
I don’t wanna be alone,
I don’t wanna be alone.
Hallström
Winner…
Roses are red,
And so are my Teasers.
It’s the 1st day of Lent,
I’ll save them for Easter.
Boj
Thanks all.
Previously: Beats Roses
Call the cops, Missred was robbed..
+ 1 pair of handcuffs
You’re too kind *blushes*. I’d ask you two to be my Valentines but, sure my poem is a warning, you never know what you could catch….
You’d be like yer man in Lovesick. Have you seen it? Great show on Netflix.
It looks like High Fidelity for those who forget to wrap it!
Ha! You should write reviews.
…ah here…what happened Paulus…anybody who comes up with Ebenezers as a rhyme for Teasers deserves special mention…
Thanks Bisted, …you’re right of course.
And at least, ahem, it rhymes!
Fupping TYPICAL pro-church, theocratic BIAS from BLOODY Godsheet!11111!!1one!
Who judged this one, Ronan Mullen?
Roses are read
and so are my Teasers;
so let’s go to bed
yez filthy aul greasers.
This result is an ecumenical matter.
I wouldn’t suggest for a minute that I should have won as my poem was durt; I do however feel I have raised a pertinent point in that ‘teasers are in fact brown and not red as the opening couplet suggests. Surely this warrants some sort of special sleuth category award?
Way-hey! I won!!
Boj, congratulations. Maltesers will be in touch tomorrow.