Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have V.D.
Now you have it too.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the roses are wilting
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty
And so is your head.
Roses are red
Corpses are blue
When this poem rhymes,
You'll be one as well.
Roses are green
Unicorns are pencil
This poem makes no sense
Toaster.
Roses are red, and violets are blue
Nothing I've seen is sweeter than you
Let's plant a seed of love that can bloom
Withstanding all, all the time shining true
Violets are blue, roses are red
And one day all that we know will be dead
So let's plant the seed and let love be true
Till the day roses wither and I'll be without you
Roses are red, and violets are blue
Daffodils are yellow, all of this is true
Let's just be happy, no one wants to be blue
'Cause roses are red and violets are blue
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
At least, that's what they tell me,