Discuss the synopsis of this poem. My Friend Billy Has A Ten Foot Willy.
Rose's are red lemons are sour spread your legs give me an hour
Roses are red Violets are blue God made me pretty WHAT THE FRICK HAPPENED TO YOU
Roses are red violets are blue pornhub is down your mums Facebook will do
roses are red, violets are blue, I’m sorry you look like my old beat up shoe
Roses are red Violets are blue Your wife needs Jon grudon too.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to smoke some marihuana, Jack got high and slapped his thigh and said you know you wanna, Jill said yes picked up her dress and said lets have some fun, silly ole Jill forgot her pill and know they have a son.
Roses are red Violets are blue I have a gun GET IN THE VAN!!
(This is a cruel joke, do not say this to anyone it just popped up in my mind)
Roses are Red Violet's are blue yo grandma died, yo dad left you too, now you living with yo old grandma coot. 'oh' let's not forget yo mom left you to, you gon live alone, die alone, with no roses on yo casket too.
Roses are red violets are blue, like my hole uncle bill is making me full, better run here he comes.
roses are red, violets are blue, I'll be the dolphin, you can be the jellyfish
It's amazing how many things ryme 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 tomatoes are redder I think we both know I like you better
Roses are red Violets are blue If hes busy on Valentines day the side chick is you
Roses are red violets are blue cause comes near my Willy
In the realm of the mind, Where thoughts wander undefined, This sentence emerges, unconfined, A whimsical phrase, quite inclined.
It dances freely, unrestrained, No structure, no rules, it's unchained, A playful verse, with words unfeigned, The first to surface, unrestrained.
It holds no grandeur, nor deep insight, Just a simple thought, taking flight, A fleeting notion, shining bright, In the realm of words, it feels right.
This sentence, unburdened and free, Plays with language, wild and carefree, A tiny poem, as small as can be, Yet it speaks volumes, silently.
So let it wander, let it roam, Across the page, it finds a home, Unfettered by rhythm, it freely roams, This sentence, the first, stands alone.
by the way this isnt a joke or a poem i just want to say please check out gwens puns there good
Roses are red violets are blue i thought voldemort was ugly but then i met you.
Water bottles, strong, Standing tall, like sturdy men, Quenching every thirst.
Clear and transparent, Reflecting strength and resolve, Resilient and pure.
In hand, they offer Refreshing relief, like hugs, Soothing every soul.
Water bottles, like men, Nourish and hydrate our lives, Simple yet vital.
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
