Roses, death and dread

Roses are red,

I am dead.

You could call me wet, or I will keep your dread.

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Explain Bear

Listen here, dummy. The joke is a poem about roses, death and dread. The author is trying to be all poetic and mysterious, but it just comes off as silly because you are dumb.

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