Roses Are Red Poems · Funny
Roses Are Red (A Toast to My Worst Best Friend)
Roses are red, your advice is the worst,
you laugh at my downfalls (and always laugh first);
but when it all crumbled, you showed up by nine
with snacks and no questions. You're awful. You're mine.
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“Roses Are Red (A Toast to My Worst Best Friend)” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/roses-worst-best-friend
Quick facts
- Poem
- Roses Are Red (A Toast to My Worst Best Friend)
- Poet
- The QuillOak Editors
- Length
- 4 lines
- Form
- Roses Are Red Poems, Quatrain, Rhyming Poems
- Themes
- Funny, Friendship, Short
Craft notes
How this poem works
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- Shape
- 4 lines · one 4-line stanza
- End rhyme
- AABB — couplets.
- Line length
- Lines run 10-11 syllables (median 11). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- The QuillOak Editorstoday
- Source record
- QuillOak originalRoses Are Red (A Toast to My Worst Best Friend), authored for QuillOak by The Quillery
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 85d6d9067baa26c0…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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