Roses are black

Roses are black
Violets are red
Tom Jones is happy
Bob monkhouse is dead

Grass is green
The sun is yellow
My heart is red
My mood is mellow

When you are here I am glad
When your gone I am depressed
The best time to see you
Is when you are undressed

I saw a dog
Then I saw a camel
I saw the sun
Then I saw a barrel

Green is a colour
Brown is too
Peanut is not
And neither are you

Life is long
And death is short
I married my love
A dame of sort

This poem is ending
And is no art
The only good bit
Is its end not its start