Painted Roses
Roses, white we know
Roses should be red
Roses pale, the color of snow
Paint these roses, or off with our heads
Dip, dip hurry I hear the crow
Red drips, without it we would be dead
Loud trumpets roar
Hearts on my left
Spades on my right
My head down on the ground
Paint brush in hand
Red heels before my eyes, stand
Anger becomes her
People fear for sure
Mistakes are taken place
The Queen is left with no grace
Red on her hand
Her voice screams louder then a band
Run, the ground moves
The green grass with red spots, is what proves
Apologies my queen
We did not want to be part of this scene
No mercy given with red
Its off with my head
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