This is a Tag Poem from a while ago (St. Valentine’s Day!) from tomachfive over at Philnensia
Sorry it took so long Tom.
Petals like Ticket Stubs
Roses are red
Violets are blue
When I had a heart
I gave it to you
If you had a heart
I’m sure that we’d see
you’d sell it like shares
not excluding to me.
Then I’d buy a pack
and keep them like feathers
and save them all up
for rainier weathers.
It seems that you think
that hearts are like tickets
to theatre shows
and baseball and cricket
To me, they are more
like cigarette packs
to be open with care
but smoked with less tact
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Happy 4th! Like the way you equated love with a nicotine fix, addicting. And one’s affinity to watch shows and games, where the excitement is always in the air. Good job!
Thanks Tom
I’m glad you like.
I have the feeling that I need to
get back into the swing of things.
i’m back with blogger now! http://vespersescape.blogspot.com
it’s good to be back!
So this isn’t nearly of the same caliber of your poem above (which I have printed off to send to my sister, also a poet), nor am I the author, which would be my brother (not a poet but a Classics scholar, which is close). Regardless, I hope you enjoy it:
Roses are red,
Except when they’re dead.
Then they are brown
Like the hair on your head.
Vesper – Glad too see so. What made you change?
Bernadette – It’s lovely.