Nov 11, 2018
Nobody expects
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Spanish Inquisition
Are coming for you!
Wearing all red,
and not any blue,
They're already here,
Just waiting for you...
You totter outside,
All feeble and pale.
They ask you a question,
"Do you feel blue?"
Full of the horror,
the terror, regret.
You open your mouth.
Your answer is "Niet".
They look at you calmly,
with grins on their faces.
They hand you a lolly
and return to their paces.
You stand there in street,
With handful of lolly.
You feel a bit ill
but at least you are jolly.
