Yo Mama Poetry
Roses are red, violets are black, why’s Yo mama’s chest, as flat as her back?
Roses are red, Yo mama’s a witch, give her a quarter and she’ll be your bitch.
Roses are red, violets are gold, so get on your knees and do what you’re told!
Roses are red, I’m at the door, Yo mama has a cup saying “Change for the poor.”
Roses are red, violets are blue, Yo mama stinks, and so do you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, what Yo mama needs is a good shampoo.
Roses are red, violets are blue, Yo mama asked what’s stupid and poor, and I said you.
Roses are red, violets are grey, Yo mama’s so ugly, I don’t know what to say.
Roses are red, violets are blue, beasts like yo mama belong in a zoo.
Roses are red, violets are blue, Yo mama’s breath smells like five day old stew.
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