Poem

Poem jokes

Roses are red, violets are blue, she is hot, but you're as ugly as poo.

My version of the Roses are Red Poem in MW3:

I thought Soap could trust you. And so did I too. So WHY IN BLOODY HELL DOES MAKAROV KNOW YOU?!

Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued; your blood was delectable, and so was the rest of you.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, How many bananas can I fit, Maybe two?

Roses are red, your penis is blue, the bed sheet has turned a different color, too.

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  • 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 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.

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  • Well, I don't have a joke but... I have a poem.

    My dick is red, your pussy is blue. I... lied to you.