Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued; your blood was delectable, and so was the rest of you.
Poem Jokes
Roses are red, Violets are blue, How many bananas can I fit, Maybe two?
Roses are red.
Roses are red.
Roses are red.
I smell burnt toast.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, and the middle one is for you.
Roses are red, your penis is blue, the bed sheet has turned a different color, too.
A couple is sitting down, holding hands, and having a picnic after their wedding when the husband's friend walks over and says,
"Jenny and Jonathan sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes abrupt, tragic miscarriage! Then comes blame. Then comes despair, two hearts damaged, beyond repair. Johnathan leaves Jenny, and writes on the tree: D-I-V-O-R-C-E."
I don’t have a joke but a poem about a sex/dark joke.
Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream!
Roses are red, grass is greener. When I think of you, I play with my wiener.
Roses are red, violets are violet.
Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem doesn’t make sense, washing machine.
Roses are red, violets are blue, your penis smells like stew, and I want to eat it too.
Well, I don't have a joke but... I have a poem.
My dick is red, your pussy is blue. I... lied to you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I have a gun,
GET IN THE VAN!!
