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There are five cows on a farm, one mamma cow and four baby calves. The first baby walks up to the mom and asks, “Momma, why is my name Rose?” The mommy cow replies, “Well honey, a rose petal fell on your head when you were born.” The next calf comes up and asks, “Momma, why is my name Lily?” The mother replies, “Because honey, a lily petal fell on your head when you were born.” The third baby comes up and asks, “Momma, why is my name Daisy?” The momma cow again replieds" Well, when you were born a daisy petal fell on your head." The final baby walks over and says, “Huh Ruh Buh Duh!” The momma cow says, “Shut up, Cinderblock!”

Roses are red,my name is Dan,I have a gun,GET IN THE VAN!

Roses are red Violets are blue, I’d get in the van if I where you…

roses are dead, violets are dead, I am a bad gardener.

Roses are red, I dont know why, Living is hard, I want to die.

Roses are Red Violets are Blue I have a gun Get in the van

Roses are red, don’t touch the toys, these are what the priests use to lure in the boys.

What’s better than roses on a piano?

Tulips on an organ.

Roses are red, violets are blue, You think violets are blue, what the hell is wrong with you.

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, fortnite is dead and so are you.

Girl 1: Dad, why is my name rose? Dad: because a rose landed on your head. Girl 2: Hey dad, why is my name daisy? Dad: because a daisy landed on your head. Boy: Hitddvjkyrefbhhhrurrrr! Dad: Oh, Hey Brick!

Boy: why is my sister named Rose Dad: someone threw a rose out of a car and it hit her in the head Boy: okay Dad Dad: No problem Brick

Roses are red shit is brown get that dick out my ass so we can go to town

roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, and the middle one is for u.

Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued. Your flesh was delectable & so was the rest of you.

Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem doesn’t make sense, washing machine.

Roses are red, grass is greener. When I think of you, I play with my wiener

Roses are red Violets are blue I have schizophrenia And so do I

Am I the only one who gives people in the neighborhood names they don’t know they have? Like “Blue truck dude”, “Loud dog guy”, “Nice old lady with the rose bushes”, “That slut across the street”,