As I sip my beer I am thinking of Tane Jwain
You have inspired me to go back to my nursery days and write this for you. Decipher and come back.
"Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
That's what they say.
But it just isn't true.
Roses are red
And apples are too.
But violets are violet.
Violets aren't blue.
An orange is orange.
But Greenland's not green.
A pinky's not pink.
So what does it mean?
To call something blue.
When it's not, we defile it.
But, ah, what the heck?
It's hard to rhyme violet"
Violets are blue.
If I was a hooker.
I wouldn't charge you!
Yet, you would not get me for free!
Roses are red,
Men she likes to please.
She'd be a fair lover.
If she didn't charge fees.
Amen!