Life Poems

Roses are Red

Roses are red,

I try to be cool

But just fell and hit my head,

Off a stool

What a fool.

Roses are red,

They would look wrong orange

Like the face of my friend Ned,

Who's really so strange 

Until I mention,

Roses are red.

Roses are red

I hope you die of dread,

Are you dead?

Oh, well 

I'll date your sister,

Instead.

Love,

Ned