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Roses are Red

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From the book The Biggest Burp Ever

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Roses are red
(it has often been said),
and so is the welt
swelling up on my head.

Violets are blue
(I’ve no doubt that it’s true).
The bruise that I’ve got
on my cheekbone is too.

Daisies are white
(I expect this is right),
and so is my face
as I’ve had quite a fright.

That’s why this tip
isn’t something to skip:
It’s fine to give flowers,
but try not to trip.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 4

 


From the Book The Biggest Burp Ever


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