Poem jokes
Roses are red, violets are blue, Cause comes near my Willy.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I thought Voldemort was ugly, but then I met you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, Fortnite is dead, so are you.
(I have no friends because all of my friends play Fortgay, just like my friends all of them are gay.)
Roses are blue, violets are blue.
What? Ohh, shit!!!!!! I hate having dyslexia!
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Once I'm done choking you,
You will be too.
Roses are red, Velvet is blue, So are violets.
A is for Amy who fell down the stairs.
B is for Basil assaulted by bears.
C is for Clara who wasted away.
D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh.
E is for Ernest who choked on a peach.
F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech.
G is for George smothered under a rug.
H is for Hector done in by a thug.
I is for Ida who drowned in a lake.
J is for James who took lye by mistake.
K is for Kate who was struck with an axe.
L is for Leo who swallowed some tacks.
M is for Maud who was swept out to sea.
N is for Neville who died of ennui.
O is for Olive run through with an awl.
P is for Prue trampled flat in a brawl.
Q is for Quentin who sank in a mire.
R is for Rhoda consumed by a fire.
S is for Susan who perished of fits.
T is for Titus who flew into bits.
U is for Una who slipped down a drain.
V is for Victor squashed under a train.
W is for Winnie embedded in ice.
X is for Xerxes devoured by mice.
Y is for Yorick whose head was knocked in.
Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.
Rock-a-bye dummy, in the tree top.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
Down will come dummy, cradle and all.
Jack and Jill went up the hill. They turned to drunks and have no will. Jill said to Jack, "Your love reveal, then think of building me a still."
Blood is red.
Bruises are blue. I forget the rest... um, I hate you...?
Roses are red.
My soul is black.
I am never getting my dad back.
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 red, violets are blue,
I am gay, so are you.
Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued.
Your flesh was delectable, and so was the rest of 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.
Roses are red.
Roses are red.
I smell burnt toast.
Roses are red, shit is brown, Get that dick out my ass so we can go to town.
My name is Gunter.
Gunter Gunter is dead.
Gunter Gunter stuffed my cat's head. ;D