Roses are red, violets are blue,

Your love's like a shoe, old and worn through.

Your smile is nice, like a moldy slice,

But your love for me is as cold as ice.

Your eyes sparkle bright, like a dimming light,

But being with you feels like a long, dark night.

Your touch is soft, like a brick wall aloft,

But being with you makes me want to scoff.

So here it is, my love poem so bad,

Like a meal that's gone terribly sad.

But in the end, my love for you is true,

Even if this poem makes you say, "Boo!"