Charli tries to roast me: Roses are red, violets are blue, and you look like poo.
Me: You must have been born on the highway because that's where most accidents happen.
My girlfriend's sister told me to write her a poem. This is what I came up with:
roses are red, violets are blue, if you ever feel alone, I'm always watching you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Oh, you wanna die? I wanna die too!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Look at me again,
It will be the end of you.
This joke's about flowers, the blue one's a violet.
Your mom's the Twin Towers and I am the pilot!
Roses are red, violets are blue.
These jokes are old, come up with something new!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, you look like a donkey, and smell like one, too.
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet. And your mom is, too.