Nothing To Do

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Daddy goes to office
Mother does too
I sit at home
With nothing to do
So I sit and write
Poems for you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I wish I had a brother
And a sister too
Together we would have
Something to do
Better than writing poems
That don’t sound new
Roses are red
Violets are blue