roses are red, violence is also red, sugar is sweet, and
so is my gnu.
roses are red, violets are blue, beef jerky chased me
with an axe, and i have red spots on my eyelids from
rubbing them on a tree
roses are red, my beret is black, we are alone in a
godless uncaring universe, reality is bleak. (and my
turtleneck is too tight)
roses are rented, hester punched the snails, my cutlery
smells like my cat's breath, i have a hernia in my
ear-wax holder
roses are rented, <insert someones name here> is
demented
roses are gherkins trained in paramilitary school, a guy
playing the snare drums ate my tulips, sunglasses
sing "mary is really hairy", jumping makes me rub that is
why i have hair there
roses are gherkins, ahhh.... aborted attempt
roses are russian, violets are prussian, when <insert
someones name here> starts blushin, is end of discushin
roses are red, violets are blue, how much frickin' poetry,
does it take to get a scre-- er, never mind
roses are short and stumpy men with inflated hands carrying
elephant guano popsicles, barry manilow keeps on
decaying, I can see many things twice and they are
colourful, where is my margarita you greasy piglet from
the nether regions of the albatross kamikazee division!?