Roses are white
Just so you know
Yes, they can be seen
And the leaves can glow
There is another one
This rose is black
You can fasten it to your seatbelt
And no one hollers back
Here comes another one
This rose you sprayed red
Now people think
They were never great
Along came the yellow ones
They have no fear
While putting bombs in our atmosphere
Why yes there are the hybrids
They are awaiting to be noticed
Doing anything they can
To make them akin
Now you know
What’s under the skin
This is between you and I
Which one, did you pick?
Tasket Jones