Roses are Red

“Roses and red,
Violets are blue,”
...But roses aren't all red,
And are the flowers named 'violets' actually blue?

I've seen roses in pink and yellow.
I've even seen them in a nice peachy color.
So why begin a poem with “roses are red,”
When there are multiple colors for such a flower?

Violet is another term for purple...
Am I right?
So why call a purple flower 'blue'?
Did the writer of this poem have their senses take flight?

So, why don't we change ye old poem to:
“Roses of different hue,
Violets that aren't blue,”
Instead of clinging to old descriptors that aren't true?

“Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.”
But if one is diabetic and can't eat sugar,
Wouldn't such a line in a poem be rude?

Maybe it should be “Splenda is sweet,”
Or “Sugar alcohols are neat,”
Perhaps “Saccharin tries to be discreet,”
Or even “I love every artificial sweetener I meet.”

Maybe the poem
Should end like it began:
Speaking more about flowers,
Instead of sweet stuff—now that's a plan!

“Every hour, even as the rain falls down in showers,
I'd rather be with you than some dumb bunch of flowers”?
“Despite their high price,
I'd give you these flowers, my love to entice”?

I sigh in dismay.
Can't I make this poem better?
So I curry my thoughts
For one final letter:

“Roses may be red,
Violets are sort of blue,
This is just a silly poem,
To say, 'I love you.'”