Roses are red
Lynn comes in hot
Filling both holes
Finding that spot
--
Ever so deft
Producing a song
So many ways
Lynn brings one along
--
But something is missing
What could that be?
My flickering tongue
To help Lynn hit a high C
--
Now Sarah my love
Don’t be so crass
You know its 2 dildos
And ones in my ass
Roses are red
I'm too tired to rhyme
So I'll just say the truth;
You're all freaking awesome
Roses are red
You all are apart
Of roses are red
Forever beating Heart
Roses are red
I'll put in your hair
With a gentle kiss
To say I still care
Rose are red
I have to say
Longer days equal
More time to play
Roses are red
I placed no embargo
On revealing selfies
Or similar e-cargo.
.
No tariffs here
No impediment found
So send me your boobies
Bouncy and round.
.
I am no steel
Or aluminum hoarder
I just wanna see titties
From North of the border.
.
It isn't a trade-war
You can't call it that
'Cos Heidi always
Turns me down flat.
.
She could start thawing
International relations
Signaling the end
Of these deprecations.
.
But each day that passes
Just makes me sadder
Heidi puts the 'nada'
In Ca-nada.
.
(My humble apology
For the preceding verse
Every effort to improve it
Just made it worse.)
Roses are red
Sarah's new story
Has no men
And isn't gory.
.
Gives some insight
To what excites
On her chilly
Nottingham nights.
.
No surprise
There is submission
Sarah revels
In that condition.
.
Super sexy
And X-rated
Sadly though
Not illustrated.
.
For when she calls
Her nipples 'dainty'
This guy's going to want
To see 'em, ain't he?
Roses are red
It's paddy's day tomorrow
Be sure to fuck all
With green on show
It comes once a year
And we can blame the booze
So, no need for shame
Just endless orgasms to choose
Roses are red
Good thing Rob's not on
With his bucket of green paint
To address you with his con
Sex with everything green
Takes in quite a lot
Even the Leprecaun
Whose virtue can be bought
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Roses are red
Good thing Rob's not on
With his bucket of green paint
To address you with his con
Sex with everything green
Takes in quite a lot
Even the Leprecaun
Whose virtue can be bought
Hmmm 🤔 dumping green paint on you, that's actually a really good idea. X
Roses are red
I've been told
Between Heidi's legs
Is a pot of gold.
.
And if Heidi
Will bend over
You might espy
A four-leaf clover.
.
Just for the day
Honouring St. Pat
"Kiss me, I'm Irish"
Is on her Derby hat.
.
Oh happy day
Of celebration.
Who could resist
This invitation?
.
Top of the mornin'
Faith and begorrah
She'll be back
To normal tomorra.
.
Roses are red
Rob never ends
Asking for pictures
Of his friends
--
Roses are red
Rob'd have us send
Each a nice picture
Of our rear end
--
At the "Hot Bottoms" group
Perhaps he should look
He'll find pictures there
To fill his black book
--
Roses are red
I hear the Rumour mill
Churning for those who for a while
Haven't posted of their own free-will
--
Roses are red
The storm outside lingers
So here I'll just sit
And make use of my fingers
--
Roses are red
Humm, think of something fitting
Then it comes to me
Who's socks are you knitting
( Rob made me send that )
Roses are red
Lynn knits socks
Or a merkin
For her box.
.
Lately, I have
Not been sure
About what she calls
Her pubic coiffure
.
A "landing strip"
On her mound...
But I think in fact
It's the other way round.
.
See, a landing strip
In jungle or field
It is the strip
That is revealed.
.
Down the center
Aircraft glide
While jungle remains
On either side.
.
Now I've perused
My share of porn
And never saw
A minge thus shorn.
.
To imagine Lynn
This way is hard.
Her attitude ain't
So avant garde.
.
So, Landing Strip
Is out, for that.
Might I suggest
A "Welcome Mat"?
.
Well... though I lack
Vocabulary
I still admire
The topiary.
--
Roses are red
Wondering how shaved?
Well, in truth
The landing strip's paved
--
It provides
A guiding path
Leading the way
..Well do the math
--
--
Roses are red
Heidi knits a tube
For Rob's ... well
I shan't be rude
--
But shouldn't take long
To complete the span
A stitch or two
Fulfills the plan
--
Roses are red
The sun is shining
I'm on Lynn's deck
For al fresco dining.
.
On her sunbed
I'm reclining
Pussy to mouth
She is aligning
.
Lowers herself
I'm not declining
With silken thighs
My face confining.
.
In glistening petals
My tongue serpentining
Let's call this deal
Landing strip mining.
Roses are red
Whats with the snow
Where is Spring
It's fuckin below
--
Roses are red
A bit of a ride
Rollercoaster temps
And rain beside
--
Though a warning today
Of a hazard of fire
With humidity low
And high winds, dire
--
Roses are red
The time has finally come
For Rob to join the Pile
Receiving pleasure 'til he's all numb
.
We will put him to the test
To see if he can make us moan
Wishing we were Lesbians no more
Perhaps we'll grant him a throne
.
While we tease out his secrets
With delicate hands on his jewels
And tongues lapping his bone
Oh wait; I forgot, this is simply an April Fools.
.
Couldn't resist
Roses are red
Sarah beckoned
Didn't fool me
Not for a second.
.
Sounds sincere
The only hitch is
The girl pile is full
Of duplicitous witches.
.
Sarah, you noob,
Your tantalisations I spurn.
I've been let down by the best.
You have much to learn.
--
Roses are red
"Duplicitous witches"?
I'd say Rob's
Getting too big for his britches
--
BUT, he'd just take
That as complementary
And claim the cause
Is quite elementary
--
Roses are red
In a quiet voice
I'll tell you that 'witches'
Was second choice.
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Roses are red
In a quiet voice
I'll tell you that 'witches'
Was second choice.
But 'lovely friends' doesn't rhyme... And you have the audacity to call me a noob.
