ROSES ARE RED
(Developed from earlier comments)
Roses are red
Your eyes are green
And with their cross-thread
They survey every scene
Roses are red
they love horses poo
and I\'ve heard it said
that so do you too.
Roses are red
Your eyes are grey
And when we’re in bed
They go any which way
Roses are red
Your eyes are green
They reside on your head
With a nose in between
Roses are red
Violets are violet
You’re welcome in my bed
Should you desire it.