Daisy-My Example of a Limerick

There once was an elephant named Daisy,
If you ever saw her she was on the couch being lazy.
She sat on the couch,
She was a big grouch,
Everything she remembered was hazy. 

Limerick

In a limerick, the last word of lines one and two rhyme. In lines three and four the last words rhyme, but they do not rhyme with one and two. The last word of the last line, line five, then rhymes with lines one and two. This poem should sound almost like a beat. 

What I think of Poems

I think that anything can be a poem. It doesn’t need to rhyme.  A poem to me is a pretty little saying.  Poems are a way I express myself in life. I think poems are cute and pretty. They can have a meaning and be serious. They don't have to make sense they can be fun and nonsensical. 

Roses

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Sugar is sweet,

And life used to be, too.

But now the roses are wilted,

The violets are dead.

My life is unhappy

Now that you’ve taken her instead

I thought that you loved me

But now that I know you don’t.

I’m sad and unhappy

All I do is mope

She is pretty and sweet

Like roses should be

But this violets unhappy

Since you had to leave.

I will always be faithful

I love you that much

But this heart won’t be yours

Until I trust you enough.

She loves you now

But what about then?

Will she love and care for you

At lives bitter end

If you come back to me now

Be ready for a fight

My heart has just mended

From the dark to the light.