Roses are Red, Violets are blue... Part Deux

:D ^ wee


My rosebud is pink
Your balls are blue
What do you think
I should do with you :eek:
 
My buds are blooming
Wee's are awesome to view
My mind's on consuming
A banana or two :D
 
^^:D

Roses are red
His balls are blue
I think it's high time
He had a good screw

Man, story of my life. Whatayasay, ladies, I'll buy you Waffle house after. Lol :p

And...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Juan Epstein
Is a Porto Rican Jew

Who gets that reference?
 
Man, story of my life. Whatayasay, ladies, I'll buy you Waffle house after. Lol :p

And...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Juan Epstein
Is a Porto Rican Jew

Who gets that reference?

Roses are Red
(In silk, they are black)
I think I got it
Can you say, "Welcome Back?"
 
roses are red,
tonight, i'm quite cranky.
since i cry when i'm extremely frustrated,
can i borrow your hanky?
 
Don't bring me flowers
don't say "what the heck?"
All you need to do is
kiss the back of my neck ;)
 
Kiss the back of your neck
by coming from the rear
cuddle your breasts
and nibble on your ear :D
 
Roses are red
So am I, as I blush
Before I get giddy
You better just hush... :eek:
 
hushing is no fun
so can I go on
nibbling on your neck
and to wherever else I am drawn
 
He is quick with his words
I had better take heed
Getting carried away
by giving in to my need :eek:
 
^^^TY

Roses are red
Lillie's are white
Don't worry my dear
I really don't bite

Well only a little :kiss:
 
the roses are white
gray hues at night
dawn will break yellow
sun's a lucky fellow
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Yeah I'm a little blue too
As well as on edge
And I'm going to bed
And don't even talk to me about this "poem"!
 
Rose's are red, this so true.
But their is no need for you to be blue.
To bed it is, to dream wonders delight.
so care not for the words, as I bid you a pleasant goodnight. . . . . :)
 
red roses fade
violets change hue
that bed that you made
might be only for you
 
Some rose's, yes, are of a red hue.
Yet a bed can be made for two.
An be he tall or that a bit a short.
To behold the blushing you, is a delight of sorts. . . . . :D
 
rose wasn't really red
just the image in your head
that violet was never blue
time you walked the mile in that shoe
 
they may have been red
and even a hue of blue
but what matters most, is how i see you
stunning, delicious, and beautiful too.
 
different rose, different red
a purple violet, instead of blue
and for the lovely words you said
this shasta daisy says thank you! :)
 
yes, yes this is true
there are many shades of blue
but that is not what i feel, when i see you.
welcome , welcome you my dear
my wonderful friend , that's not so near
yet you be safe, i hope and pray
that i may feel your smile, in the coming days . . . . . :D
 
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