Michael Edwards

ROSES ARE RED

 

 

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.