Make It Rhyme

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Want to know a secret?

I’ll give you a clue.

The grass is green,

My cheeks are pink,

I’ve spent weeks of my life,

Spilling this ink.

This cat is grey

And the sun is yellow,

The thirty poems I wrote for you

Are not all that mellow.

Violets are blue

And roses are red,

When you left me

I wished I was dead.