Roses are red
Oh what a porch
Sex there with Lynn
Like I'm lit with a torch
There once was a woman from Holland
Who some said resembled Paul Lynde
wine is always a good start
Melania said of her hubby
His mind is really quite grubby
Dumb as a brick
A pretty young lass that liked kisses
Was happy with misters or misses
Ever eager to please
Fighting off a sneeze
She got paid with one dollar bills
For bountiful sexual thrills
The value was great
And kept her up late
Roses are red
Fingers covered in goo
Thinking 'bout Lynn's panties
Heidi's and Lyn's too
In the morning some guys have a 'wood'
The anarchy of their manhood
You'll get poked in the can
Roses are red
Lynn knows a lot
And to be sure
She'll double check my spot
