Roses Are Dead.

My english rose.
You have got a red nose.
Thats because of the red red wine, you drink a lot.
And that’s why you’re fat.
My english rose.
All around you’ve got foes.
That’s because when you’re drunk you’re rude.
There’s nothing about you that’s honest or good.
My english rose.
You fill me full of sadness and lows.
To you i say goodbye for ever.
I am to scared to say this to your face so this letter to you through the post i will deliver.