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

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When the Christmas tree's lit
Can I unwrap you?
 
Mistletoe has
Berries of white
Unbuckle your belt
Those pants look too tight.
 
I’ll bring flowers so gay
And even offer to pay
If you’ll kneel down
And suck in my crown
 
Roses are red
I'm still stuffed from Turkey Day
Let's jump in the sack
And burn some calories away.
 
Roses are red
Monday mornings suck
Why can’t we just
Stay home and fuck?
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The bed sounds nice
The stairs do too.
 
Rose are red
They make me quite calm
We should have a three-way
Wanna call your mom?
 
Rose are Red
Violets are Blue
That black teddy you wearing
Makes me want to fuck you
 
Violets are blue
Roses are claret
Rain on my parade!
I’m better wet.
Get on your back
I love to ride
Up and down
And side to side…
If you’re good,
I’ll lose my speech
And speak in tongue
And lips and teeth.
 
Roses are red
A very romantic gift.
I'll drive you in my car
If you can handle the stick shift.
 
Roses are red
Your stick is climactic
A happy ending with you
Is hopefully protracted
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Lets swap our panties
They'd look good on you.
 
Blue velvet violets,
Roses red like wine,
Sex doggy style,
Or sixty nine…
Up on the rooftop
Or under the tree,
You love getting laid
As much as me.
The variations
May not be news,
Sex has been around a while
And left some clues.
Some say sex is bad
And it’s a sin,
But aren’t sins forgiven?
So count me in.
 
Roses are red
Such a beautiful flower
Nice when I’m feeling sad,
Send some to Matt Lauer

Too soon?
 
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