Roses are red, violets are blue, I'd rather be single than be with someone like you.
Roses Are Red Rejection
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Explain Bear
Listen up, buttercup. This is like when you think your cooked spaghetti is al dente, but it's actually just crunchy. The poem starts all lovey-dovey, but then BAM! It's a diss! It's saying being alone is better than dealing with *you*. You probably think 'diss' is a compliment, huh?