Roses are red/Violets are blue

Roses are red/Violets are blue
He looked at what he had just written. What rhymes with blue? Why were his poems always about flowers? He tore the paper in tiny pieces. He would never get a job at Hallmark.
That had always been his dream. He looked at the couplets posted all over his wall. There was only one good enough for a card but Hallmark would never hire a giraffe.
that's when the homosexual sidekick of Yankee John Doodle came over, he gave him a sweaty hug and said
"Stick a finger in my butt and call it hershey chocolate." "Not now, Mr. Crockett," said Yankee. "The redcoats are coming."
Mr. Crockett took a long drag from his pipe, unfazed by the news, and muttered "Do ya even like Hershey choc'l'te, Yankee? I swear if you dun, I'll make yer coat red with..."
Maraschino sauce, you take my meaning?" Mr. Crockett then shifted atop his stool, throwing one leg over the other, nodding with his pipe, hands clasped over one knee, not a word.
All Mr.Crockett could think was"What did she do with the cherries?",but he couldn't ask her that...or could he?No!But something came over him,this little demon hiden beneath his
codpiece whispered, nay, shouted out to him: Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Mr. Crockett! This isn't even cherry season, it's September...but what did that codpiece demon want?
He wanted me and I knew it. Demon or not, it was my destiny to save the others by sacrificing myself. I threw my naked body at his feet and let him devour me, flesh and soul.

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