“Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.”
“Roses are red violets are blue, God made me pretty, what happened to you?”
“Roses are red,Violets are blue,Never Ross, I heart the fuck out of you.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, all I want to do is wrap my words around you!”
“I’m feeling fuckin’ poetic at the moment, too,” Mack said on a laugh.“Oh yeah?”“Roses are fuckin’ red. Violets are ball-blue. You’re my bitch now, ’cause I fuckin’ loveyou,” Mack rasped.“Fucking poetic genius.”