Bad Roses

Bad Roses

Roses are red,
My pinkie is too,
I held the rose,
Now I have a boo-boo.

I looked for a vase,
While you smiled so sweet,
My finger dripped blood,
Right by your feet.

Where's the candy my dear?
Or didn't you hear,
The last time I screamed,
When those roses were near.

Vase filled with water and rose,
Now my finger knows,
I now need a band-aid,
Because of your rose.

Chocolate next time do,
If you want me to love you,
I think that you hate me,
When you cause my boo-boo.

This boo-boo poem needs to only be rated 'one star' because it was written for Pita's 'Bad to the Bone' one-star contest.