Roses
are Red Poems
Noses
are red, faces are blue,
You stunk up the can, with the fart that you blew.
Roses
are red, to freshen the loo,
To cover the stench, in the mall restroom.
The
roses are dead, the warnings are true,
That god awful stench, must have come outta you.
Roses
are red, Violets are blue,
A perv in an outhouse, gets a shitty rear view.
Roses
are red, toilets are white,
I'm forcing it out, with all of my might.
Roses
are pink, toilets can stink,
The pipes are all plugged, gotta piss in the sink.
Roses
are red, and they smell pretty too,
but not when they grow, in big piles of poo.
Roses
are red, and have thorns that can cut,
So don't ever use them, to wipe your bare butt.
Roses
are black, and may represent death,
I can't stand the stench, am on my last breath.
Roses
are red, Violets are blue
The dog took a crap, in your favorite new shoes
Roses are red, Violets are blue
I'm sure it's been said, that your farts are not few
Roses
are red, Violets are green
Try sitting instead, you spray when you're peein'
These
original poems were written
and copyrighted© by Mick™
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Submitted Roses are Red Poems
Roses
are red, Violets are blue
Your farts smell like, two week old poo.
(submitted by Linda)
REMEMBER
It's good to have Roses on your piano
But it's even better to have Tulips on your organ
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