These Funny Spring poems are examples of Spring poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Funny Spring poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
'Tis another glorious spring and I planted my garden with the expectation,
That I shall reap a bountiful harvest for my table with minimum frustration!
I planted the usual stuff - carrots, radishes, onions and termaters,
Watermelons, peas, corn, beans and a few hills of russet pertaters.
With the Good Lord's help, lots of sun and occasional showers of rain,
The seeds sprang to life along with some curses that are my infernal bane!
I've discovered that I have a healthy crop of weeds that need attention,
And a host of other intrusive visitors that I'll proceed to mention!
I was dismayed to discover legions of caterpillars and mealy bugs,
Pruning my plants along with hordes of ugly snails and slimy slugs!
They're even being attacked from below by gophers and moles,
And from above by crows making diving sorties from the clothesline poles!
'Coons, 'possums and wabbits at raiding my garden are very deft,
And armies of well-disciplined ants are gleaning what is left!
I even caught some nasty little kids filching a watermelon last night!
I chased them but those little dudes took off with the speed of light!
With a storm of wind and hail this morn I saw all my labor disappear!
Come next spring I think I shall opt to sit on the patio and guzzle beer!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
A pig in peplum and pearls
under a pergola twirls.
Pendulous petunias sway
while percussion plays.
Whispering spring breezes,
a tickle in my nose, i sneezes.
Close to the Patriots' free kick
upon the North of Eastern lands
a kiwi eats her seeds' pique-nique
next to jazz concerts, Harvard grands.
Because (it's true) upon the grass
the student-birds attend Spring's feast,
men wear belt-buckles made from brass,
and girls, leg warmers on blue jeans.
The kiwis play in plain sunlight
and synthesize 'bout ancient queens
Spring smiling poetry they write
next to Charles river - on fresh greens.
The kiwi's happy to attend
from all the nations friends to meet,
cause in New England students blend,
and colors shine on jazz downbeat.
© G.V. 04-09-2013
Oh No! Oh No! What has my son done? I hope it’s, not already to late!
He lives at a fraternity house, and surely, you know THAT intense mental state.
March has St. Patrick’s Day, Spring Break, and has, of course, Easter in it, too.
So they decided to have some great fun, yes, a fun filled month to happily ensue.
They invited a Leprechaun, the Easter Bunny, and the king of bongos, a gnome.
Apparently they convinced everyone it’d be more fun, to Simply… Stay… Home.
The whole campus flooded thru that fraternity house, in the party’s that ensued.
And they convinced the Easter Bunny to do jello shots in every color and hue.
He became known as THE BUN, yes, The One who finally, truly could fly…
And the Leprechaun danced till he dropped… to a great bongo serenade, aye.
There was no SIMPLY about this! As the music rocked the frat house, next door.
And girls were seen coming and going, at all hours, even passed out on the floor.
This was the party no one missed… even the frat house with the snobs, were there.
It’s said even some of the President’s security attended, partying there, somewhere.
Before they were done, a plan was sown, as the gnome found it’s yearly, new home.
Yes, it got there, in Washington somehow, on the top of the Real ‘White House’ Dome.
But along the way THE BUN was lost… some where along the never-ending roads.
The Leprechaun called me, our Dragons and Trolls, to help, to search the highroads.
The poor little guy was so pie eyed, when we found him along that crazy way, so…
We fixed him up, we didn’t give up, until we could send him, into that Easter Frey.
Contest: Show Me The Funny
Soy sauce drains
Into the white, clustered rice
spills . . .
Three cups of espresso
I was raring to go
Grabbed the shovel
Out into the snow
Slipped in a hole
Sunk up to my knees
In spite of my gloves
My fingertips freeze
I have the brush
Start swiping at snow
Trying to find
The windshield below
Turn on the car
Let it defrost
Don't drop anything !
'til Spring it'd be lost
Thirty minutes later
I can see my whole car
Start shoveling to the road
Thank God it's not far
Put the car in low gear
Drive forward to the street
Reverse to my spot
Then twice more repeat
My new winter tires
Finally get used
But with two feet of snow
I'm less than amused
The path now is made
I go back inside
Admire my handiwork
With chilly pride
Glad to be off work
On this snowy day
Tomorrow I'll be ready
To just drive away
Hoping that's it
Winter's had its fun
Bring on the Spring !
Bring on the sun !
April time is near
Tax man on the prowl
a kiss of sunshine
pouty crimson horizon
I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating
I'm hearing the laughter
of the new Spring rain
that we must shortly
wash our cars again.
And the moistening dirt
is laughing too
at the cold, wet mud
getting splashed on you!
Yes, and I believe
that the thunder's clap
is for the puddle
soaking into your lap.
And I hear the giggling
of the gathered drops
since we can't wear sandals
or our new flip flops.
And the grass, leaves and twigs
choking up every drain
chuckle at their mother's
Listen to their snickers
when eveything gets wet.
They hope to spoil Mother's hair;
for it is freshly set.
Oh, Mother Nature's clan
can sure be mean
while they are painting our world
a fresh and new spring green.
But they say they're sorry,
or did you not know-
when they present to us later
a freshly tied rainbow.