Roses are Dead

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Be nice to young Rosie,
Or she'll simply, kill you.

Rose was different, from the other girls and boys.
She had a great life, and lots of toys.
But Rose was angry, where ever she would go.
She would scream, or kick, and always said no.

Rosie was not the same as her classmates.
No, she would yell, argue, and start debates.
But she was only 5...
And then, she was alive.

Rose was a mean, vicious child.
And all together, quite wild.
She was clever and sly,
Up until the day she would die.

"Rosie Posie, touch your toesie!"
Her mother could say as she got cozy.
And every night, it was the same little rhyme.
And Rose hated it, every time.

Rose was alone, with not one friend.
But that's because the kids in her class were scared, to the end.
The girls ran away, in fear.
And the boys, just never drew near.

Rosie was an outcast, but she didn't care.
When Mary said hi, Rose cut her hair.
Her teachers were helpless, they didn't know what to do.
And her mother, well, she had no clue!

Rose was shunned by everyone, she knew.
Even her mother, who thought it was true.
They thought she was under a spell.
They thought she was from Hell.

Rosie knew that, when she reached 7,
She was certainly not going to heaven.
In the orphanage, she was killed.
By someone even more strong willed.

Nobody knows who, and Rose won't say.
So there in her room, she lay.
7 and dead...
7, with a bullet in her head.

But when Rose started to kill
The Devil saw she had a spot to fill.
So, when Rose reached Hell, she had killed 3.
Her mother, the Priest, and Sister Emily.

But when Rosie died, she screamed for her life.
But when the trigger was pulled, there was no more strife.
But that scream was so fierce and high pitch...
Some say that she was just insane, others, a witch.

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I have a bullet in my head,
And I'm coming for you".

Young Rosie sings this, as she kills little babies.
And then she eats them, and they die of "rabies".
Young Rosie kills the babies and toddlers too.
And she does with pleasure, and that's oh so true!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Young Rosie, may be small,
But she knows what to do...

3 of 6 imps. You've heard their stories. They might be dead, they might be small, but that doesn't matter at all.