Yo Mama Poetry

Roses are red, violets are black, why’s Yo mama’s chest, as flat as her back?

Roses are red, Yo mom’s lips are blue, she sucked off that Smurf and did me up too.

Roses are red, lemons are sour, how many dicks yo mama suck in one hour?

Roses are red, violets are yellow, that guy that just fucked Yo mama is a jolly good fellow.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I gave your mom a dollar and she fucked me too!

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, violets are whack, damn Yo mama smells like ass crack.

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, I hate to say this, but Yo mama is gay.

Roses are red, violets are grey, Yo mama’s so ugly, I don’t know what to say.

Roses are red, violets are blue, a bitch like Yo mama belongs in a zoo.

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.

Violets are blue, roses are red, please tell Yo mama that she gives some good head.

One good snap deserves another, so between my legs you’ll find your mother.

I don’t mean to be mean, but Yo mama needs Listerine, not a sip, not a swallow, but the whole damn bottle.

This is a fact, Yo mama’s breath is wack, she needs a Tic, not a Tac, but the whole damn pack.