Poem jokes

Roses are red, Violets are blue, With every beat of my heart, I'm devoted to you.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. Your wife needs Jon Grudon, too.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to smoke some marijuana.

Jack got high and slapped his thigh and said, "You know you wanna."

Jill said yes, picked up her dress and said, "Let's have some fun!"

Silly ole Jill forgot her pill, and now they have a son.

Roses are red, Velvet is blue, So are violets.

Mary had a great big ram, his fleece was white as snow, when on hands and knees our Mary went, his wad was sure to blow.

Month by month her belly grew, increasing in its girth, and when five months had flown by, our Mary did give birth.

And Mary had a little lamb, a little lamb, a little lamb...

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I have a gun,

GET IN THE VAN!!

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Your grandma died, your dad left you too, Now you're living with your old grandma coot. Oh, let's not forget your mom left you, too. You gon' live alone, die alone, with no roses on your casket, too.

Roses are red, clovers are green.

I love your legs and what's in between. LOL

Roses are red, violets are bl-- oh yeah, I'm bad at jokes.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'll be the dolphin, you can be the jellyfish.

Roses are red, Tomatoes are redder. I think we both know, I like you better.

Roses are red, lemons are sour, open your legs and give me an hour.

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. If he's busy on Valentine's Day, the side chick is you.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, We're breaking up because I never loved you.

Roses are red, violets are blue.

My heart is dead because of you.

Actually, not because of you... because of your face.

Roses are red, violets are blue, Polo G is the goat, but that means nothing to you.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I thought Shrek was ugly, until I saw you.

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.

Roses are red, The forest is bushy, OMG did you just cum in my pussy?