Roses are red,
Weed is greener,
I think about you
when I touch my wiener.

Violets are blue,
And so will be you,
I’ll spank you so much
You will beg for my touch.

Flowers are stupid,
I cut them with shears,
When you feel my schnitzel
Your eyes fill with tears.

This makes no sense,
Poem is quite dumb,
I’m rollin’ in to deep
And that’s where I’ll cum.



By: Wiener-Schnitzel