Stolen: Roses are red, Violets are blue. I have a gun. Get in the van. Not stolen: Roses are red, targets are black. Try to take my firearm, and I’ll give you some flack. Roses are red, 1911s are classic. Don’t you think a .50 caliber handgun, is just a little bit bombastic? Roses are red, brass is yellow. Try to hurt me & mine, and I’ll turn you into Jell-o. Roses are red. I hope I’ll never be a defendant, just because I’ve exercised, my Second Amendment. Roses are red. Firearms Talk Forum, is the place I go to read, a political discussion with decorum. Roses are red, AR 15s are black. Did you think you could get them restricted, without getting some blowback? Roses are red. If you’re an empiricist like John Locke, there’s no doubt in my mind, you’d end up with a Glock. Roses are red. To insure against a tyrant; a population with the Right to Bear Arms, was made the deterrent. I came up with some others, and could have written more, but they started to revolve around barrel length, banging, hardness, and other phrases more appropriate for The Bunker, if not the Tail Trail. Sub-forums that a person such as myself, being all sweetness and light, do not visit. (I say while batting my eyelashes coquettishly.) Wait a minute . . . Violets aren't blue, they're VIOLET!