Door Number Two.

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
But that's not how
I think of you.

You're more like
a shade of gray,
in a dingy, scummy, rancid, way.

I thought of all the things I do,
to try and make you
love me too.

But now I see,
it could not be.
I realize that it was not me.

You had a chance,
one that you squandered.
You wasted all my time,
and pondered.

The clock has struck,
the plane is leaving,
if you're not on it,
that's your doing.

If with me, you wish to go,
It's now your fault
My answer's "no."

I offered you my milk and honey,
Instead?
You chose a chocolate bunny!

You turned down my coins of labor,
So now?
They're with a better neighbor.

You should have come at business hours.
The store is closed.
Those aren't your flowers!