Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
Phys. Ed. is for losers,
Your gym socks are smelly,
The smile on your face,
Turned my tummy to jelly.
Your teeth are real yellow,
They may induce nausea
I just realized,
No other words rhyme with nausea.
So I barfed on your feet,
To show you I care,
Your lucky my mouth
Was not over your hair.
And because it came up,
Your hair looks like hell,
I'm surprised your dear mummy,
Can afford all that gel.
I hate you, I hate you,
You're so effing sweet,
When your rosacea flares up,
You look like a beet.
But all that aside,
I've got a sugary itch,
It's Valentine's Day,
Gimme your candy, bitch.
No other words rhyme with nausea.
So I barfed on your feet,
To show you I care,
Your lucky my mouth
Was not over your hair.
And because it came up,
Your hair looks like hell,
I'm surprised your dear mummy,
Can afford all that gel.
I hate you, I hate you,
You're so effing sweet,
When your rosacea flares up,
You look like a beet.
But all that aside,
I've got a sugary itch,
It's Valentine's Day,
Gimme your candy, bitch.
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