Roses is Red Violets am Blue

Roses is red
violets am blue
I never make mistakes, do you?
Apples are green
unless they're red
I should have wrote yellow instead.

A roses stem is
so damn thorny,
and men give thorns when they feel horny?
Doesn't make no
sense to me,
I'll be right back I gotta' pee.

I'm back, I figured
while I'm there
so comfy on the porcelain chair
I'd take a dump,
or maybe leave one,
fell asleep an' started sneezin'.

You realize
the stinkin' mess?
you find out quick when you assess
become the plumber,
up an' at 'em
because you can't control your padin'

So now it
permeates to heaven
you run fast to seven-eleven
bring back somethin'
for the odor
roses is red, this poem is over.