Roses are red,
Grass is green,
Maybe I'll get a girlfriend,
In 2018.
Roses are red,
Skies are gray,
Oh dear lord,
How am I this gay?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Chances are,
I'm gayer than you.
Roses are red,
Flowers are great,
Why are all the cute girls,
Completely straight?
Roses are red,
These poems are getting worse,
Why am I single?
How do you rid of this curse?
Red are red,
Why aren't I done?
I need a girlfriend,
Where can I get one?
