Roses are red,
Marigolds are orange,
If you diss me, whatadilly,
You'll be dead as a doorhinge.
Roses are red,
Salt is, uh, salty,
You think you're groovy, baby,
Cause youre teeth are all faulty.
Roses are red,
Bananas are yellow,
Now kiss my @ss
Like a nice little fellow.
Roses are red,
But you won't find them here,
It doesn't even matter,
These poems are queer!
Roses are red,
Green is the grass,
And I'm another sick bastard
That wants to rhyme "ass".