Roses are red
Roses are red Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you
No! No! No!
This poem is going down and down fast
Its got no class
Its boring its sad
its probably making you mad
Its making me frown
Roses are red Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you
No! No! No!
This poem needs to
Go!
Go!
Go!
Its way to slow
It doesn't flow
It needs to go!
Roses are red Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you
This poem is giving me the flu
Is it making you blue?
Love goes by haps; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps
Say what?
Shakespeare go away!
This poem tis a bum, it tis no fun
I thinks it tis given me the chills
ha ha ha NO!
I thinks it tis given me the chills
Roses are red Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you
ha ha ha NO!
This poem should of flown
It should not of grown
Who should I give this Valentine to?
I haven't got a single clue
I know how about you?
Ha no!
This poem isn't for showe'n
its for......
Me myself and I
It should not of grown
Who should I give this Valentine to?
I haven't got a single clue
I know how about you?
Ha no!
This poem isn't for showe'n
its for......
Me myself and I
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