Newest Rhyme Jokes - Page 4 - Worst Jokes Ever

In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A curious tale, strange as the night, Of Alex Fisher, with love so bizarre, For random Hitler lemons, bizarre but bizarre.

Free Verse, they say, this poem shall be, Unrestrained, unrhymed, flowing and free, Yet how to capture this perplexing love, For lemons and Hitler, soaring above?

Alex Fisher, a soul with peculiar taste, Finds joy in lemons with a sour embrace, And Hitler, a name that evokes dark pain, Inexplicably entwined, like wind and rain.

Randomness, the thread that weaves this tale, No logic, no reason, no rhyme to prevail, For who could fathom this peculiar love, Of lemons and Hitler, below and above?

Yet in the realm of words, where all is allowed, We explore the uncharted, the strange and the proud, And though this poem may bewilder and confuse, Let it remind us, acceptance we must choose.

For love knows no boundaries, no norms to abide, It transcends our expectations, with no need to hide, So let us embrace the quirks that make us unique, For in the tapestry of life, we find what we seek.

So here's to Alex Fisher, with love all their own, May they find happiness, wherever they've flown, In lemons and Hitler, a world so absurd, May their love be a reminder, that love has no words.

In the realm of words, I shall embark, To craft a verse, both bold and stark, Thomas Bulgin, a name that ignites, A tale of length and moist delights.

Free from the chains of structured rhyme, I wander through this realm, sublime, Thomas Bulgin, a phrase so strange, Evoking thoughts that rearrange.

Long, it stretches, like a winding road, Leading us to depths, yet to be bestowed, In syllables, it dances and it plays, A journey we embark, in myriad ways.

Moist, a word that teems with life, A touch of nature, amidst the strife, It whispers of raindrops on tender leaves, Of dew-kissed petals and gentle heaves.

Thomas Bulgin, a phrase so surreal, Unleashing emotions, that time cannot seal, In this short verse, I strive to convey, A glimpse of what these words might say.

So let us ponder, the mystery untold, Of Thomas Bulgin, both long and bold, For in the realm of poetry's sweet embrace, Even the unusual finds its rightful place.

1,2 buckle my shoe 3,4 buckel some more 5,6 nike kicks.

1,2 buckle my shoe 3,4 open the noor 5,6 nike kicks.

Rose are red balls are round skirts are up painties are down belly to belly skin to skin when its stiff stick it in.

HELP! I MIGHT BE A RELIGOUS EXTREMIST. BECAUSE MY RHYMES ARE DA BOMB.

Roses are red violets are fine you can be the sic and I can be the nine

In Saudi Arabia, there lived a man named Abdul. Abdul rhymes with Azul, the Spanish word for blue. And he probably be lookin more blue than me

A guy told me, "Nothing rhymes with orange." So I replied, "No it doesn't."

Grass is green I am the queen if only I can see u scream or the screen

Thing that rhyme with green queen screen clean between been .....................

I remember u. U used to be an ash I would live to roast u more, but my mom said to not burn trash

Yankee doodle went to town riding on a pony, he opened up a pasta shop and made some macaroni.

y'know what rhymes with clash, zoom, dang? slash, boom, bang, snap.

Bitch i can make orange rhyme with banana. BORNANA. Eating pork rinds sword fightin in pajamas. At the crib playin fortnite with your grandma.

Funny how Hawking rhymes with talking and walking and he can't do either. And first 4 letters of his Christian name spells step and he also can't do that.

roses are red, violets are blue, the stonks are high and so are you.

What was the drug addict's favorite nursery rhyme? I'm a little crack pot short and stout, put that crack pipe in my mouth, sell my body or sell my couch, get that lighter and smoke me out