Passive Agressive

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Sugar is sweet

I deeply hate you

 

Mary had a little lamb

It’s fleece was white as snow

I wish you would divorce me

You really have to go

 

Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

You once were sweet to me

Your voice it hurts

Your touch is rough

Like sandpaper can be

 

Five fat sausages

Sizzling in a pan

Threw it in his face

And his nose went bang

 

Remember remember the 5th of November

Gunpowder, treason and plot

We had our own fireworks

Divorce is what we got.