Roses, Grass, and Wiener

Roses are red, grass is greener. When I think of you, I play with my wiener.

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Alright, listen up, you absolute numbskull. You posted a poem, which I can tell you did by the way you think you are some kind of bard. The first two lines are like, setting the scene, you know, some nature stuff. Then, BAM! You throw in a line about playing with your 'wiener' when you think of someone. It's supposed to be funny because 'wiener' is a slang for your penis, get it? I mean the whole thing is a bit blue.

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This man drank too much beer today.