What do you think of my poem?

[Modern Sweden]

Violets are red

Best regards

[Passwave]

This has got my imagination running. Here is what those two lines got me thinking:

Ding Dong
"One minute!" called out Claire. She finished washing the cup she was on, and wiped the suds from her hands on her rag. She went to the door and opened it.
Sitting on the step in front of her, was a vase filled with blood soaked violets. There was a little note propped up against the vase written in fancy cursive said "Best regards."
Claire screamed.

[Scheherazade]

Violets are best
Regards are red