I love you in blue
I love you in red
But most of all
I love you in BLUE!
A rose by any other name, er, color…
It appears that Si Amigo rose to the challenge.
I have it on good authority that Si Amigo has aphids. Someone call the National Enquirer!
you and your thorny jokes
If you prick me, do I not bleed?
(A verse for diabetics)
Well, I have heard a thing related to bleeding and pricks that kind of works the opposite way.
“…or something.” DJT about a certain reporter.
Or hemophiliacs.
I’ve always thought that “hemophilia” (literally “blood loving”) would be a better term for vampirism rather than for the clotting-factor disease. But “Buffy the Hemophiliac Slayer” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.
Damn, that was close…
… but I already bought the cigars 
Looks like you are stuck with freudulent stogies.
Today’s haiku:
Sometimes a cigar,
As Sigmund Freud once declared,
Is just a cigar.
I think that was from a song by Pete Cigar.
Dammit. Two full days. I thought I’d done it this time.
And I think that song was by Bob Cigar.
A few minutes short of 2 full days (unless you are counting by sidereal time)
11 minutes short. By my math that’s like 66,837.32 feet.
Close shave.