Roses are red, violets are blue, I only do anal, I thought you knew.
Anal Poem
Explanation
The poem starts like a classic love poem but ends with a surprising and vulgar statement about anal sex. The humor comes from the unexpected and blunt reveal.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I only do anal, I thought you knew.
The poem starts like a classic love poem but ends with a surprising and vulgar statement about anal sex. The humor comes from the unexpected and blunt reveal.
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