Poetry jokes
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Your mum's so fat, she broke Britain too!
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Shrek is ugly, but not uglier than you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, You told me I'm ugly, nah, you look like a monkey!
Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued oh how I wish I was dead so that I no longer have to brood.
Death would be a reprieve as I would no longer have to be true, and I would no longer have to be around any of you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, there's always someone who's better than you.
Roses are red, Obama is well spoken, I'm sorry sir, but the ice cream machine is broken.
Roses are red, lemons are sour.
Open your legs and give me an hour.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, I’d rather be single than with someone like you.
Roses are red, I sniff marijuana, I have five fingers, The middle one is for your vagina.
Roses are red, violets are blue, If I had a gun, I'd shoot you.
Blood is red.
Bruises are blue. I forget the rest... um, I hate you...?
Roses are not always red, Violets are violet, not blue. Irises are never red, Petunias can be kinda blue.
What does this tell us 'cept you can't trust a poet to tell the truth.
Roses are red, Justin Bieber is gay, But most importantly, You know de way.
Roses are red, flowers are pretty, I heard your mom has a nice pair of titties.
Violets are blue, roses are red.
Last night your mom was giving me head.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Your brother is gay, and so are you.
Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued; your blood was delectable, and so was the rest of you.
Roses are red, I am very cool, You, on the other hand, Need to drown yourself in a pool.
Roses are red, so is my gun. Why do you ask? Because it's full of blood.
Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A man with a spirit untamed, untold. With eyes that pierce through the darkest night, He walks a path that's far from light.
His steps are loud, his presence strong, A force of nature, where he belongs. Through the chaos, he finds his way, Leaving footprints that never fade.
A rebel soul, unafraid to speak, His words drip with passion, so unique. He dances with danger, embraces the unknown, Challenging limits, into the wild he's thrown.
No rules can bind him, no walls can contain, Frank Bulgin sets fire to the mundane. He paints the sky with vibrant hues, A kaleidoscope of dreams he pursues.
In his mind, a symphony of thoughts, An artist's palette, where inspiration is sought. He weaves words like a masterful bard, Creating tapestries that leave us marred.
With each verse, he unravels his soul, Unveiling the depths that make him whole. His poetry, a window to his essence, A glimpse into a world of fearless presence.
Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A maverick, a legend yet to be told. His spirit roams, forever untamed, A beacon of courage, never to be tamed.