Hey!! This isn't a joke but it's a poem:

Kissing is a habit,
Fucking is a game.
Boys get all the pleasure,
Girls get all the pain.

He says that he loves you,
And you believe it's true,
But when your stomach starts to swell,
He says to hell with you.

15 minutes of pleasure,
9 months of pain,
3 days in the hospital,
A baby with no name.

The baby is a bastard,
The mother is a whore.
It never would have happened,
If the rubber hadn't tore.

Thanks

Sent by Zoe_112