Roses are red. Violets are blue, and I possess a wonderful Hue. Daises demurely bask in The sun. Bleeding hearts radiant Live for the fun. Fair is fair, yet all fair Dies. It wilts in the heat of His horrid lies. Daisies decay like the Flesh of a corpse. Bleeding hearts wrinkle, shrink, and fade. Fair is fair, yet all fair Ever did Was make one superficial, plain, and morbid.