Poem jokes
Willy found some dynamite,
couldn't understand it quite.
Curiosity never pays;
It rained Willy seven days.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
FBI wants my penis, can I hide it in you?
Roses are red, Holy moly is a flower, WOULD'N'T YOU LIKE A TASTE OF THE POWER!??? 🔥🔥🔥
Roses are red, violets are blue, feminist pussy stinks, and yours does too.
Roses are red, just like your lips.
Mountains are big, just like your tits.
Roses are red, Lemons are sour; Lift your skirt up and give me an hour.
Roses are red, I need a broom, I just shit all over the bathroom.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
My heart is dead because of you.
Actually, not because of you... because of your face.
Roses are red, violets are blue. I thought someone else was ugly, but then I saw you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, you have a big forehead, and your hairline recedes too.
My girlfriend's sister told me to write her a poem. This is what I came up with:
roses are red, violets are blue, if you ever feel alone, I'm always watching you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Look at me again,
It will be the end of you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, I’d rather be single than with someone like you.
Roses are red. Watches are gold. Get on your knees and do what you're told.
Roses are red, violets are blue, My name is Bucky, And I am stucky.
Roses are red, violets are blue, and if you're my friend, I'll be there till the end.
A guy and girl had a sex poem competition.
Guy: "Two times two is four, four plus five is nine. I can put mine in yours, but you can't put yours in mine."
Girl: "Two times two is four, four plus five is nine. I know the length of yours, but you won't know the depth of mine."
Roses are red, Violets are ugly.
Violet thought she was ugly until she saw you!
In the realm of pixels and screens, Josh pursues videos, a world unseen. Six dollars exchange, a transaction made, A story told, emotions cascade.
The power of film, a gift divine, Stirring souls, weaving through time. Six dollars spent, a connection formed, A simple act, a heart transformed.
In every frame, a universe unfolds, Captivating minds, stories untold. Josh buys videos for six, a token small, Yet within them lies magic, captivating all.
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.
For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.
Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.
For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?
Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.
Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.
For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.
So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.