Roses are red
Violets are blue
There once was a girl from Nantucket
And this poem smells like a shoe.

I'm debating changing the last line to "and maybe I should stop sniffing glue." whatd'ya think?

This reminds me of a little poem I wrote a few years ago regarding a somewhat famous current event:

There once was an intern from Nantucket
She really wanted to **** it
She got down on her knees
And said pretty please
But Big Creep would only let her suck it.

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Never would have thought you were such a romantic, Feenix! ;) :D

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Never would have thought you were such a romantic, Feenix! ;) :D

There's a lot that you don't know about me ;)