Misinterpretations

A red door, blue door, yellow door, and a purple door. I have never in my two lives heard of a riddle concerning the four of them. Maldonius cleared his throat before snapping his fingers.

A small table filled with mouth-watering food set itself in the middle of the room next to where I sat. Maldonius sat on the chair next to the table and threw a boiled egg into his mouth.

Son of a bitch!

Not only was he threatening me with a life and death situation, he was also eating in front of me. As Maldonius ate, a slice of toast fell on the ground. I reached over and took it in my hand. My eyes widened.

Written with honey were the words,

"Roses are red, violets are blue, yellow is bad, but purple might be too."

I looked up at a smirking Maldonius whose cheeks were filled with mashed potatoes. HIs words came out muffled as he said.

"Smawt wight?"

I guess that statement translates to, "smart, right?".