Pathetically Perverted
What if rose petals I saw were really green
Yet still were the prettiest I have ever seen
Can't tell where leave left off and bloom began
So we had to come up with a great plan.
Went and bought red food color at the store
Put on blooms and aren't green anymore
But every time it started really raining
All of the red color off would be draining.
Now blooms became green and leaves red
Then discovered something I did dread
Just because color of rose is inverted
It ended up being pathetically perverted.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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