Roses are red, Violets are blue, Little Johnny is smokin' hard, The sun looks like Mountain Dew.
What soda do mountains drink? Mountain Dew.
What's the difference between an orphan and a dew?
One goes up and one goes down.
What kind of mountain does everyone like?
Mountain Dew!!! Hahah.
- Yo mama is so fat, when she wears a yellow dress, people yell "Taxi!"
- Yo mama is so stupid, she tried to climb Mountain Dew.
- Yo mama is so ugly, she made a blind kid cry.
- Yo mama is so old, she knew Burger King when he was still a prince.
- Yo mama is so poor, she can't even afford to pay attention.
Your momma's so dumb, she tried to climb Mountain Dew.
Your mama's so stupid that she went on to hike Mountain Dew...
Your sister is so stupid, when she saw Mountain Dew, she went to the top of a mountain to get it.
Yo mama so small that she tried to hike Mountain Dew.
Yo mama so stupid... She tried to climb...
Mountain Dew!
What is the sweat between Dolly Parton's boobs?
Mountain Dew.
Dews?
In the realm of words, I shall embark, To craft a verse, both bold and stark, Thomas Bulgin, a name that ignites, A tale of length and moist delights.
Free from the chains of structured rhyme, I wander through this realm, sublime, Thomas Bulgin, a phrase so strange, Evoking thoughts that rearrange.
Long, it stretches, like a winding road, Leading us to depths, yet to be bestowed, In syllables, it dances and it plays, A journey we embark, in myriad ways.
Moist, a word that teems with life, A touch of nature, amidst the strife, It whispers of raindrops on tender leaves, Of dew-kissed petals and gentle heaves.
Thomas Bulgin, a phrase so surreal, Unleashing emotions, that time cannot seal, In this short verse, I strive to convey, A glimpse of what these words might say.
So let us ponder, the mystery untold, Of Thomas Bulgin, both long and bold, For in the realm of poetry's sweet embrace, Even the unusual finds its rightful place.
