Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss But I only slept with you,because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you, But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace If only you could hide your face.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
I see your face when I am dreaming, That's why I always wake up screaming.
My love, you take my breath away, What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell Except for maybe "Go To Hell".
What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime.
I kinda like this one:
roses are red violets are blue I'm about to knock the sh!t out of you
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Oh Frankie! Where ever did you find these?
A certain little Princess!! I think you know who. She's got the Hellmark down pat, doesn't she?
Frankie