Valentines

Roses are red
Violets are blue
By the end of the night
My dick’ll smell of your poo

Roses are red
In the depths of depravity
Would your mother mind
Me filling her cavity

Roses are red
Violets are blue
And if worst comes to worst
Your sister would do

Roses are red
They grow in manure
I’ve been watching a long time
For you to mature

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you’re reading this
I’m outside your house looking at you

Roses are red
Sometimes they’re course
If it wasn’t for you
I’d end up with whores

Roses are red
Violets are blue
But sometimes they’re dead
Even still, I’d do you

Violets are blue
Roses are red
Keep fucking with me
You’ll end up dead

Roses are red
But rhymes are stupid
And my dicks better
Than that of cupid