Violets are Red, Roses are Blue,
I wish you had a tallywhacker. Oh, look, you do.
Cleaning out some stuff I showed my wife some old songs and poems I had written in High School. Some probably were drafts that I had given to girl friends.
“How come you never wrote ME a poem or song?”
“Um - ‘cuz I didn’t know you in High School?”
“That’s no reason!”
So I tore off a piece of scrap-paper and wrote:
“Rose are Red,
Violets are Yellow.
I love you more
Than mixed-fruit jello.”
I think after 20 years she still has that scrap around. Of course she doesn’t need it, she has it “memorized.”
Violets are Red, Roses are Blue,
I wish you had a tallywhacker. Oh, look, you do.