One ringy-dingy.....

Don't mean to whine,
Looking back at what I lacked,
To a life not well designed,
Daily passages of brine,
And many years unsigned,
Alas, I couldn't have been confined,
Because when I opened my mouth,
I always went straight south,
Obviously, take the hard line,
Should have been a mime.

Two ringy-dingy.....

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The bees are a-swarming,
Until we get global warming,
Then, from what I've seen,
We will become Soylent Green,
And a new verse to curse:
Roses are rust,
Violets are gray,
Anybody seen the bees today?

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