Roses are Red, Violets are blue... Part Deux

I dreamt again of roses
A field swimming in bright red
The color dripped from my fingertips
I woke and remembered, you are...



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He loves me, he loves me not
A rose petal will never lie
If he really loved you dear
It would be you and he
Not you and I


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Roses are red
Chocolate is sweet
I couldn't be more trite
Unless I swept you off your feet
 
A million red roses
The color of blood
A spectacle for all to see
But ask a blind man to look across the way
He'll inhale deeply and say
Looks like a daisy to me
 
Roses smell sweet
But wilt in the heat
Passion burns hot
If true, wilt it will not
 
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I like how you whisper
"I'm so into you"
 
Roses are red (but they can also be pink or blue or even violet, interestingly),
Violets are violet (but they can also be bicoloured);
I like my poetry scientifically-accurate,
but it usually doesn't rhyme.
 
Cherry, crimson and sheer
I think we all can agree
A red rose isn't just red anymore
It's been upgraded to red 2.3
 
Roses are red
I was scared by a ghost
Even though dead
I loved his sex the most
 
Roses are red
Violets are purple...

Hmmm. I just realized why they say violets are blue.
Because nothing rhymes with purple.
 
Trying again...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Is it March yet?
I can't wait to see you.

Much better...
 
an oldie but goodie...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm using my hand,
But I'm thinking of you.
 
Red roses say love
Blue sapphires are better
They'll open my red glove
And make me much wetter
 
Roses are red
We all love to screw
When I suck your cock
Your balls turn bright blue
 
A red rose in bloom
Invites us in with her scent
We ooh and we ahhh
Then cut her thorny neck
 
Violets are forever part two
They will never capture the heart
No wonder they are so blue
They are given sadness as their part
 
One dozen says I love you
Two dozen says I love you more
Three dozen red roses is an apology
Please don't kick me out the door
 
Fuck me over
Better run
Mama's gonna get her gun.
Piss me off
I won't​ think twice
Of stringing up your balls like dice.
Like furry little trophies swinging
Up against the window pinging
:D.
 
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