“Roses are red violets are blue, God made me pretty, what happened to you?”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too.”
“Roses are red,Violets are blue,Never Ross, I heart the fuck out of you.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, all I want to do is wrap my words around you!”
“Blue is for cruel bargains; green is for daring what you oughtn’t; violet is for brute force. I will say to you: Coral coaxes; pink insists; red compels. I will say to you: You are dear to me as attar of roses. Please do not get eaten.”