"Discuss the synopsis of this poem: My Friend Billy Has A Ten-Foot Willy."
Roses are red, Violets are blue, God made me pretty, WHAT THE FRICK HAPPENED TO YOU?
It's amazing how many things rhyme with blue.
Blue, sue, stew, poo, screw, new, boo, do, rue, glue, you, to, too, flew, you, goo, zoo, two, moo, woo, ooh, blew...
Roses are red, Violets are blue, A face like your's belongs in a zoo. Don't worry, I'll be there too, Not in a cage, but laughing at you.
By the way, this isn't a joke or a poem. I just want to say, please check out Gwen's puns. They're good!
Roses are red. He shows no remorse.
Santa Claus Has joined the terrorist force.
Roses are red. Violets are blue. If he's busy on Valentine's Day, the side chick is you.
Roses are red, my blood is too. I see a lot when I lost you.
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 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.
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."
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.
Roses are red.
Roses are red.
I smell burnt toast.
