Roses are red, violets are blue I buttfucked scooby doo
roses r red violets r fine il be the six u be the nine
My girlfriend asked me to write her a poem for Valentines Day: Roses are red, Watches are gold. Get on your knees, And do as you're told.
Roses are red, violets are black, I traded my son for 10 big macs
Roses are red, Violets are red, Sunflowers are red,
HOLY SHIT MY GARDEN'S ON FIRE
Rose are red, violets are blue, there are kid in my basement, you'll be there soon
Roses are red Violets are too You better run I’m following you
Roses are red, your cities are gone, I am Thomas the thermonuclear bomb
roses are red, unlike the rest, i'm the one who has your IP address.
Roses are red, grass is greener. When I think of you, I play with my wiener
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",
Roses are red Walls are made of plaster Schoolchildren can move fast But bullets can move faster
roses are red violets are violets my dad died in 9/11 and he was a good piolet
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.