All Summer Long - Kid Rock

Dear Bryan,

Having finished all of my AP Summer work, I have decided that today deserves a poem.

Here goes nothing:

There once was a lad from Indiana.

He never wore a bandana.

He did all his work.

It made him smirk.

Then he went and ate a banana.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Most poems rhyme,

But this one doesn’t.

Here goes a haiku:

My name is Bryan.

I am not intellectual.

This has six syllables.

And an acrostic:

B :  Backwards

R :  Rebellious

Y :  Youthful

A :  Analytical

N :  Nonsensical

R :  Reliable-ish

A :  Annoying

I :  Incompetent

N :  Nonagon

E :  Exasperating

Y :  Yellow

Yes, Bryan, I did just call you Jaundiced and a bunch of other big words to prove I have a vocabulary beyond “awesome.”

...and a page break?

I am sure you are all wondering why I randomly chose to publish my poetry onto the internet, but I really do not have an answer for you all.  I just decided that it would be a fun way to express myself.

Everyone should leave their own “Roses are Red” poem in the comments!

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Clowns are sweet,

And standing behind you.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

You play piano,

And I play kazoo.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

I just spilled my coffee,

Now who can I sue?

Okay guys, I’m tired of being creative.

I am just going to throw in a song and call this post a success!

Until Saturday Bryan,

Never let me go.