“Roses are red—“
“—No, they can be yellow and pink and white and—“
“--I’m trying to read you a love poem.”
“Oh, sorry. Go on then.”
“And violets are blue—“
“—wait, aren’t violets, well, violet?’ I mean, If they weren’t, they’d be called ‘blue.’”
“Arrrrgghhhhhhh It’s a goddamn love poem!”
“You haven’t rhymed yet.”
“You haven’t given me a chance to!”
“Oh. Well, go on then.”
“No! You suck!”
“Look, don’t get all bent out of shape. I just think your girlfriend would appreciate a poem that made sense.”
“It was for you, you moron.”
“Oh. Well, go on then.”
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