Roses are red, violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead.
The sugar bowl’s empty, and so is your head.
After you, my love my only prize,
Would be a bullet between your eyes.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
These describe everything you’re not.
What inspired this fabulous rhyme?
Two parts gin, one part lime.
My feeling for you, no words can tell,
Except for maybe “Go to Hell.”