A woman's heart is as changeable....

PirateKing

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...as the [NOBABE]autumn sky[/NOBABE].

This sentence sold me millions of copies. They call me the Poet King.
 
Oh, well, I can recite poetry too, you know.

Roses are red,
They grow on a vine,
I love every bone in your body,
Especially mine.
 

ApolloBalboa

Was King of the Board for a Day
Roses are red,
Tomatoes are too,
If I had some right now,
I'd throw them at you.
 

xfire

New Twitter/X @cxffreeman
Roses are red like the color of blood
Blue is your face when covered in mud
Writing short verse
Can be quite a curse
You'll hit a few winners but more often a dud
 

PirateKing

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Oh, well, I can recite poetry too, you know.

Roses are red,
They grow on a vine,
I love every bone in your body,
Especially mine.

Roses are red,
Tomatoes are too,
If I had some right now,
I'd throw them at you.

Roses are red like the color of blood
Blue is your face when covered in mud
Writing short verse
Can be quite a curse
You'll hit a few winners but more often a dud
Roses can also be black or yellow, but I'm still inspired nonetheless.
 
...as the [NOBABE]autumn sky[/NOBABE].

This sentence sold me millions of copies. They call me the Poet King.



Woman is flighty.
Like a feather in the wind,
she changes in voice and in thought,
always a lovely,
pretty face,
in tears or in laughter, she's untrue.

Woman is flighty.
like a feather in the wind,
she changes in voice and in thought,
and in thought!
and in thought!

Always miserable
is he who trusts her,
he who confides in her his unwary heart!
Yet one never feels
fully happy
who from that bosom does not drink love!


Woman is flighty.
Like a feather in the wind,
she changes her words,
and her thoughts!
and her thoughts!
 
...as the [NOBABE]autumn sky[/NOBABE].

This sentence sold me millions of copies. They call me the Poet King.



Woman is flighty.
Like a feather in the wind,
she changes in voice and in thought,
always a lovely,
pretty face,
in tears or in laughter, she's untrue.

Woman is flighty.
like a feather in the wind,
she changes in voice and in thought,
and in thought!
and in thought!

Always miserable
is he who trusts her,
he who confides in her his unwary heart!
Yet one never feels
fully happy
who from that bosom does not drink love!


Woman is flighty.
Like a feather in the wind,
she changes her words,
and her thoughts!
and her thoughts!
 

StanScratch

My Penis Is Dancing!
My penis is dancing.
It is sliding, prodding, prancing,
My penis is dancing, everywhere.

My penis is happy
Because it does not have the clap - yay
My penis is happy everywhere.

My penis is singing.
About the love it is bringing.
My penis is singing every time.
 

Briana Lee

Official Checked Star Member
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Rhyming is hard.
I like tits.

:rofl2: I nearly fell off my chair laughing when I read this....and I still have no idea why! Haha!
 
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