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
