My girlfriend says that I am not romantic, hence I wrote her a poem.

I dig,
you dig,
we dig,
he dig,
she dig,
they dig.

It's not a beautiful poem, but it's very deep.

Grandpa, with a grandchild on one knee, with another grandson on the other knee begins to tell them of his youth:

" Well my boy, you see that rifle? I was hunting with it. At one point I see a HUGE boar. I aim, pull the trigger and shot it down. Being so large I couldn't carry it, so I took the knife, I cut a leg put it on my shoulder and went on. Suddenly in front of another boar appears, ENORMOUS.
I could not help it. I aim, shoot and bring him down also. Took the knife and cut one of it's legs, because I couldn't carry him, and put it on my other shoulder ..."

Grandmother comes:
" Grandpa you've taken your pills?"

The grandfather goes to take his pills and returns to his grandchildren:
" So my boy, where were we?"

"You put one leg over one shoulder, one on the other ..."

"Hmmm, ahh yesss, one leg on one shoulder, one leg on the other ... I grabbed her as$ and f*cked her till morning ..."

Lol fight club