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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’ve got a crush,
And it is on you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Let’s go to the dance,
If you would like to.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
We can meet there at 8,
And be back by curfew.
Roses are red,
Poems should rhyme,
I forgot that adults
Don’t have a bedtime.
Roses are red,
It’s their main feature,
Who cares what they say
About student and teacher?
Roses are red,
They can also be thorny.
I hope this prom-posal,
Isn’t too corny.
Roses are red,
You think I am green,
Like math, I’m your subject,
Which makes you my queen.
Roses are red,
I don’t want you to fret,
That you are the object
Of a sophomoric bet.
Roses are red,
Do I have to mention?
I thought we had something
That day in detention.
Roses are red,
My heart’s all asunder.
Math teachers should know
Age is but a number
Roses are red
Thanks to you I am wiser
But I’d love you to be more
Than just my advisor
Roses are red
I don’t mean to be flip
But I’d like you to sign
My permission slip
Rose hips are red,
Your hips are a psalm.
Can’t wait to extol
How you move them at prom.
Roses are red,
Bouquets you deserve.
Be your tests or your body,
I’m in love with your curve.
Roses are red,
But with all due respects,
Who cares about why?
When we’re solving for X.
Roses are red,
Girl, why we still messin’?
Your angle’s a-cute
Like I learned from your lesson!
Forget protocol,
We won’t cause a stir
You need not be nervous—
Don’t you have tenure?
Roses are red,
Could you talk to the brass?
So that just for one night,
You get the hall pass.
Your excuses I’ve read,
They’re making me blue.
I shot my shot,
And you told me to shoo.
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