a poem by [tre’yonna]

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
This goes for you.
If you touch my shoe,
you’ll be my boo.
Ew, you just a foo.
That’s very coo.
Let’s eat some beef stew.
Just touch my shoe.
It’s a clue.
Be the glue.
Be my boo.
Touch my shoe.

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