Poetry jokes
What is Bill Cosby's favorite poem? Roses are red, my cum is blue, I'll wait till your asleep to rape you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, when The Oh Hellos saw you they said "Shoo!"
Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't know why I am still alive for you.
Roses are red. I love hot food. If I was a bad bitch, I'd wanna fuck me too.
Oh wait, I am.
Violets are blue, roses are red.
Last night your mom was giving me head.
Roses are red, bow down to your master, children are fast, but I am faster.
Roses are red, lemons are sour.
Open your legs and give me an hour.
Roses are red, Violets are twisted, You bend over, You're about to get fisted.
Roses are red, Get on the ground, Gimme your stuff, Get ready to drown!
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. You smell like shit. And you look like it too.
Roses are red.
Grass is green.
I think of you sucking my peen.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Your smile's warmth, Lights up my view.
How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?
One to curse the darkness, one to light a candle.
Roses are red, That's a tin can, You have no home, So get in the van!
In the realm of Danny, Ben, and Paxton, A trio of souls intertwined, Their stories woven with grace and might, A tale of friendship, ethereal and fine.
Danny, the dreamer with stars in his eyes, Chasing visions that danced in his mind, With every thought, a world he'd create, A poet, an artist, one of a kind.
Ben Power, the steadfast, a force to behold, With strength that could move mountains high, His heart, a fortress, unyielding and bold, A protector, a guardian, forever nigh.
Paxton, the wanderer, a spirit untamed, Roaming free wherever the wind blew, In every step, a new adventure claimed, A seeker, a nomad, forever anew.
Together they stood, a harmonic blend, Different paths converging as one, In the depths of their bond, a love unfurled, A symphony played, forever sung.
Through trials and triumphs, they faced the storm, Hand in hand, against the tempest's might, With laughter, tears, and hearts so warm, They shared the darkness, embracing the light.
Oh, Danny, Ben, and Paxton, forever bound, Through the pages of life, your stories unfold, In the tapestry of friendships profound, Your spirits, like poetry, forever bold.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I pray God I'm not so ugly as you.
Roses are red, colors are blue, if I was you, I'd look like you.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I have a traitor friend, and that is YOU.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, A face like yours belongs in the zoo, But don't you worry, I'll be there too, Not in a cage, but laughing at you!