Poem Jokes

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.

Good night, sleep tight, wake up bright in the morning light, to do what's right, with all your might.

Roses are red, violets are blue, if I had a brick, I’d throw it at 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. I'm stroking my dick and thinking of you.

Roses are red. Watches are gold. Get on your knees and do what you're told.

Roses are red, balls are round, skirts are up, panties are down, belly to belly, skin to skin, when it's stiff, stick it in.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I've got a bouquet in my pants for you.

Roses are red,

I don't know what is brass.

I tell myself,

"Don't touch grass."

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Little Johnny is smokin' hard, The sun looks like Mountain Dew.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, and the middle one is for you.

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.

Roses are red, violets are blue, my mom and dad died, next you'll be gone too.

Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem doesn’t make sense, washing machine.

Roses are red, violets are blue. I thought someone else was ugly, but then I saw you.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Look at me again,

It will be the end of you.

"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

Pickup line for gay people:

Roses are red, Antarctica is in the south, Get on your knees, And open your mouth.

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