This is a poem for insert-a-random-user sooo yeah

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I write poems
But not like you

You write poems
Better than me
So I'm just gonna go and flee

I know that makes no sense
Because this is a fail
So I'm gonna go and
Sit in a pail

Yes I know
That you think I'm weird
That is what I've always feared

I don't know why
I'm still talking
Now I'm gonna go..
Hang up a stalking

As you can see
I'm very bad
At writing poems
So stop being mad