Roses are red,
Violets are blue
My ex's are playboys,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
The wig is curly,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
My line is long,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Flowers are blue,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Pain is muscle,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffodils have style,
The place is charming,
And so is your smile.
A mirror is beautiful,
Just like you.
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
My ex's are playboys,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
The wig is curly,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
My line is long,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Flowers are blue,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Pain is muscle,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffodils have style,
The place is charming,
And so is your smile.
A mirror is beautiful,
Just like you.
