Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued.
Your flesh was delectable, and so was the rest of you.
Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued.
Your flesh was delectable, and so was the rest of you.
Listen up, buttercup! This is a dark joke! Basically, someone's saying they ate another person. "Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued" is a poem, then it turns into, "I ate you!" You're probably the kinda person who orders a well-done steak, aren't ya?