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.
Poem Jokes
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'll be the dolphin, you can be the jellyfish.
Roses are red, clovers are green.
I love your legs and what's in between. LOL
Roses are red, violets are blue, like my hole, Uncle Bill is making me full, better run here he comes!
Roses are red, My c0ck is blue, Oh shit, what happened to you?
Roses are red, violets are bl-- oh yeah, I'm bad at jokes.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, I thought Shrek was ugly, until I saw 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, You are so ugly, Do not tell me that is really you.
Roses are red, lemons are sour, open your legs and give me an hour.
Roses are red, Tomatoes are redder. I think we both know, I like you better.
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, Cause comes near my Willy.
Roses are red, violets are blue, Polo G is the goat, but that means nothing to you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Look at me again,
It will be the end of 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.
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, The forest is bushy, OMG did you just cum in my pussy?
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Your mom is fat and so are you.
