Hate is red like a dead rose,
It tastes like an old dogs bone,
It smells like rotten apples,
And looks like gone-off tad poles,
It sounds like a baby screaming,
and feels like an evil demon dreaming.
March 7, 2008 by Miss Leaman
Hate is red like a dead rose,
It tastes like an old dogs bone,
It smells like rotten apples,
And looks like gone-off tad poles,
It sounds like a baby screaming,
and feels like an evil demon dreaming.
i like your hate poem