Combine

Alright, listen up, buttercup. This is for you slowpokes. You see, the poem starts all sweet with "roses are red," but then BAM! It takes a nosedive into "my life is a disaster." Then, just when you think you're safe, it hits you with "the children are fast, but the combine is FASTER!" A combine is a big machine used in farming to harvest crops. It means the children are going to get chopped up by the machine. LOL! I bet you didn't see that coming, did you? Probably because you're as sharp as a marble.