my BLACK and WHITE life

Pardon my following poem, as I don't take lit after sec2.

Roses are red, turnips are smelly,
you think you are funny, but it isn't apparently.
Violets are blue, lilies are fragrant,
if you still think you're funny, hell is where you will be burn.
Potatoes are round, cucumbers are long,
when you decide to be nice, i will sing you a song.
So now as the poem is coming to an end,
I think we should all stand.
And appluad the amateur poet,
For his half an hour effort.

-Kenneth

Don't laugh or die after reading.