Roses are yellow,
Violets are too.
Wait, that’s not right!
WHAT DO I DO?!
Rose’s are red,
Violet’s are blue,
Ethel’s are green.A poem about old ladies’ panties.
(Shamelessly stolen from an episode of 8 out of 10 Cats does Countdown, but I couldn’t find the link. And their version was far more British. I think they said something like “pensioners’ knickers”.)
Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black
Oh god I’ve gone blind
I see a red rose and I want to paint it black…
Roses are gray.
Violets are gray.
I’m a dog.
Well in my case it means my phone is telling me to go to sleep as it put bedtime mode on (grayscales everything)
Roses are beige
Violets are beige
Damn, I spilled my paint
You’ve gotta turn your UV up more.
And that’s when the acid kicked in.
