I suspect my efforts here are a little les sophisticated than the usual Lit Poetry fayre, and if any mods feel this thread would be better moved, that's fine by me ...
But as it's coming up for Valentine's day I've been thinking about variations on a theme of "Roses are red..."
Roses are red
Violets are blue
As are the dreams
I have about you
Roses are red
Chocolates are chuncky
I'll be thinking of you
While I'm spanking the monkey
Roses are red
Rose stems are thorny
The thought of your body
Gets me hot, wet (or hard) and horny
Roses are red
With thorns that can prick
I just want to see you
Sink down ony my dick
Roses are red
Their thorns are not blunt
Down on your knees slave
And service my cunt
Roses are red
From their nectar comes honey
But the bees cannot make it
As sweet as your cunny
Roses are red
Green is the grass
Bend over darling
And show me your ass
Obviously I'm no Milton, but it made me smile.
But as it's coming up for Valentine's day I've been thinking about variations on a theme of "Roses are red..."
Roses are red
Violets are blue
As are the dreams
I have about you
Roses are red
Chocolates are chuncky
I'll be thinking of you
While I'm spanking the monkey
Roses are red
Rose stems are thorny
The thought of your body
Gets me hot, wet (or hard) and horny
Roses are red
With thorns that can prick
I just want to see you
Sink down ony my dick
Roses are red
Their thorns are not blunt
Down on your knees slave
And service my cunt
Roses are red
From their nectar comes honey
But the bees cannot make it
As sweet as your cunny
Roses are red
Green is the grass
Bend over darling
And show me your ass
Obviously I'm no Milton, but it made me smile.