Cracked-Out V-Day Poem for the Middle of October

...ahem...

Roses are red.
Tomales are hot.
Your hair is pretty,
But mine is not.

This poem sucks,
I know that it's true,
But if you can't handle it
Then fuck you

*cries*...Oh the tenderness within those short words...

LoL...something that just randomly ran through my mind. I wouldn't have caught it if it weren't for those bear traps I installed last week. Yeah...those are nice...