Roses are redViolets are blueDon't park you gumin my shoe!Rosea are redDaisies are whiteRemember that parentsAre sometimes right.Roses are redThat's what you thinkTill someone gives youOne that is pink.Roses are redViolets are notThe rest of this poem Is what I forgot.Rose are redSchool is outi need a vacationThere is no doubt.Violets are blueRoses are redWhy…

May your blooms be floriferous and in good form,Distinctive, with good substance, flare, and airborne,With standars and falls that endure,never torn.May you display many buds and blooms sublime,In graceful proportion on strong stalks each dayGently floating above the fans and the fray.May you too reach toward the moon and stars,Bloom after bloom, many seasons in…