Red roses are red,

You may see them when you’re dead,

I’m only joking if you don’t know,

My tale is like an unfortunate soul.

Me and poems don’t mix,

Let’s instead make a jinx,

Red roses oh red roses,

I like them more than poses.

Red is my favourite colour,

I didn’t tell my brother,

Roses are my favourite flowers,

Those who hide are a bunch of cowards.