POEM 1
Roses are red,
Pickles are green
I love your legs and whats between
POEM 2
Roses are red
Grass is green
Open your legs
And i'll f**k you clean
POEM 3
I like your style
I like your class
but most of all i like your a*s
POEM 4
Kissing is a habit
F**king is a game
Guys get all the pleasure
Girls get all the pain
The guy says i love you
You belive its true
But when your tummy starts to swell,
He says 'to hell with you'
10 minutes of pleasure
9 monthes in pain
3 days in hospital
A baby without a name
The baby is a b**tard
The mother is a wh*re
This never wouldnt have happened
If the rubber wouldnt have torn
