Roses are gay, Violets are gayer, Fuck this poem and listen to Slayer.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, I have five fingers, The middle one's for you.
Roses are red, Nuts are round, Skirts are up, Panties are down, Belly to belly, Skin to skin, When its stiff, Stick it in.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Faces like yours belong in the zoo, Don't be mad I'll be there too, Not in the cage, But laughing at you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Vodka costs less, than dinner for two.
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Unclean poem book
PoetryA book full of random poems. I DIDINT make these myself they are funny poems I've found and wanted to share them with you. Enjoy:) (They are full of cuss words and some sexual content consider yourself warned)
