Roses Are Red
Roses are red
Tree bark is brown
I don't want to be killed
By a murderous clown
Roses are red
Dragons blow fire
I really want
To live in the Shire
Roses are red
Darkness is dark
The wind moans and howls
While the crazy dog barks
Roses are red
So is blood
Once I slipped
And fell in some mud
Copyright © Grace Englebreeze | Year Posted 2017
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