Roses are red violets are blue Police Chief Scott Knight belongs in a zoo.
Don't be afraid, I'll be there too not in a cage but laughing at you
The roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty just like his head
With a servant spirit so full of float of grace
If only he could hide his face.
Kind intelligent, helpful and hot
These describes things that he simply is not.
I might want to feel his sweet embrace
As long as he keeps that paper bag on his face.
I love his face, his smile and eyes
Damn I'm good at telling lies.
Sometimes I see his face when I'm dreaming
Maybe that's why I wake up screaming
Your my hero, you take my breath away
What have you stepped in to smell this way.
My feelings for you no words can tell
Except for maybe "Go to Hell"
What inspired this amorous rhyme
Two parts vodka one part lime.
Have a wonderful retirement, Scott! Stay away from Children!
