Roses are red, 
Violets are glorious, 
Never sneak up, 
On Oscar Pistorius.

Roses are red, Violets are bacon, I can't write poems, Bacon.

Roses are red.

Bacon is red.

Poems are hard.

Bacon.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I got a gun,

Get in the van.

BACON.  

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I've got a knife,
Now get in the van.

Rose are red,
Violets aren't green,
Weed is green,
Smoke green. 

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Happy Valentine's Day,
I'm fucking your wife.

:/

My love for you...
it came and went.
So your feet are now
in wet cement.

I'm here to fulfill your fondest wishes-
Now that your husband sleeps with the fishes.

Lie down with me-
It's my final offa,
Or you'll be lying wit'
Jimmy Hoffa.

I picked up this card
from a slim selection,
But that's all they offer
in witness protection.

I've waited so long for you to be mine!
Now that Sinatra's dead, be *my* Valentine.

Be my Valentine...
and we can do it execution-style.

Cinderella got her fella,
with a slipper made of glass.
So please be mine, Valentine,
or I'll have to whack your ass.

Violets are blue,
roses are red.
I blew up your car-
So why ain't you dead?

Roses are red
Grass is greener
When I think of you
I touch my wiener

Takes a bow

Roses are violets

Bacon.

Bacon

Bacon is .. Bacon
Pork is.. Bacon in waiting
Oh how I love thee Bacon..

Yeah, so not a poet. The important thing is simply.. Bacon.

Roses are red 

Violets are blue

I am extoic and so are YOU

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I am exotic and so are YOU

I was going to come up with a witty, perhaps even audacious poem as if this were a million dollar contest..

unfortunately, much like that of an epic rap battle... 

I must concede to Mr. Silva's epic-ness