Roses Are Red...

Roses are red, violets are blue, SHIT! wrong poem! Happy birthday to you!

Roses are red, violets are blue, If I can't have you,
NO ONE CAN.

Roses are red, violets are violet... I've screwed myself into a hole because not much rhymes with violet.

Violets are red, roses are blue, and I work in a factory that exposes me to worrying amounts of wood glue.

Roses are red, violets are blue, absinthe is green, and that centipede over there seems kinda orangey.

One cup is red, two girls are blue, because they died from infections after eating eachother's....

Roses are red, violets are blue. We can't be together: it's not me, it's you.

Roses are red, violets are blue, we may as well get together since I impregnated you

Roses are communist,
Violets are sad,
I can't think of a way to end this so I'm going to rhyme it with Bad.

Roses are red
Violets are blue.
Here's some flowers so you can forget I hate you.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I've exhausted this idea: there's not much left to do.