Roses are hurtful...

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I don’t think my wound

Should be turning this hue.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Why can’t my misfortune

Fall onto you?

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You expect this poem to rhyme,

Don’t you?

Not often are poems

Backwardly read,

Violets are blue,

Roses are red.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Without different rhyme structures,

Poetry would be dead.

Roses are red,

Violets are purple,

Contrary to

Popular belief.

Roses are reddish,

Violets are purplish,

I’m now a haiku.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Pass the mustard

Please, Steve.