Red Like Roses
Red like roses
Running like water from hoses
Whoever walks in next is in for a thriller
It looks like someone was visited by the Zodiac Killer
They may strike at anytime
And soon turn any room into the scene of a crime
In the spring and summer they attack more frequent
It occurs so often, it’s nearly sequent
Red like roses
God, I hate bloody noses
Copyright © Alex Yamada | Year Posted 2016
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