Roses are red,
my life is a disaster,
the children are fast,
but the combine is F A S T E R!
Combine
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Explain Bear
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.