Roses Are Red

Alright, listen up, buttercup. This "joke" is like a toddler trying to tell a bedtime story—it starts with the classic "Roses are red, violets are blue," but then it takes a nosedive into weird territory. "I need your peach" sounds like someone's hitting on fruit, and then threatening torture by speech? I've seen rocks with better comedic timing than you, pal. You probably think that limericks are a type of fish. This joke is so bad it probably gave Shakespeare a headache.