Silly Poems | Examples of Silly Poetry

Although it’s a hard row to hoe a rough furrow to harrow and a tough trench to plough there’s many a meadow to mow I hereby avow and tho' it may be news to you farmers have the need to sow their seeds where milkmaids milk the cows swineherds feed their sows and shepherds have their pie and eat it too in Slough now ...

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Not a lot of ocelots are seen in the day they prefer the evening or the night if an ocelot you're hot to spot altho' it's quite a long shot an ocelot you want to sight you may even hit the jackpot if you do it right all you've really got to do is switch off the light ...

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I thought I heard an island siren croon a sophisticated tune with words in song about the moon in June as a big bright and bold balloon enchanting music captured me shipwrecked my heart is all at sea or am I wrong imagining things it's only the waves and the wind that sings ...

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All dressed up for the Spring parade, he hankered for an escapade.  Can he do it? Don't think he can't! He thought to bring a lubricant. He won't suffer a bumpy ride.  Lubricant allows him to slide. Who is this guy who leaves a trail? Of course, my friend, he is the snail....

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Toupee, or not toupee, that is the question: whether 'tis nobler on the head to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous alopecia or to take wigs against a sea of baldness, wear them as a buffer, the whips and scorns stem, and by opposing end them. Ay, that's the nub. With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) ...

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Friends, humans, country bumpkins, bend me your ears; 'tis too true a tale I tell thee here... Once upon a time, knew a girl who owned a mutt but she did exclaim, 'It's the cutest pup you ever did see,' all the same, it seems to be asinine to give a dog a bad name but it's not the worst her canine could receive, it wasn't cursed when...

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Somewhere between when sleep overtakes and then when I'm not really awake as if on a film running through my head the reel unrolls a story unfolds and I never lose the thread tho' the plot may be somewhat bizarre from whence I know not yet never forgot I find words appear in my mind from way over yonder out of the blue and...

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Fading away as the days dwindle down to a dismal few I'm still grinning what more can I do my head's spinning eyes dimming hair thinning but if the devil's in the details he drives a hard bargain and if heaven's like a five-star hotel with 'Welcome' on the mat remember when beginning your final innings there'll be no winning when you're up at bat ...

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When I consider ocelots, I try to get inside their thoughts. I wonder if they're like the lynx, who sits down before he thinks, "how would I look in spots?"...

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If we'd lived in olden days days of yore the golden days and I were a troubadour I'd serenade you with my lute unless I had a flute to toot or go more than the extra mile and sing a song to make you smile not with the end of a lance would I beg my lady's favour but gallantly request a dance mayhaps a carol...

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Tesla the inventor an eccentric Serbian once worked for a businessman an entrepreneurial USAnian when Edison had an idea bright saw the light and invented DC electricity positive and ground as found in a battery then Nikola created AC as used in the home by the whole family a contest still a power struggle if you will however Tesla the car employs both forms of energy as does the phonograph so tho' posthumously looks like...

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One may see puffins and parrots any hour of the week both birds bear a big colourful beak the former pelagic feed on fish and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown in Iceland several are served as lunch the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous toco being by far the...

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Been around the world seen some strange sights in my time and looking back my favourite is a roadway sign of yellow and black viewed in the U.S.A. which read (intellectually challenged?) 'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY' ...

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It was on one early summer morn that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn told a frightful story, meant to warn her son, Pop, just recently born. "Pop", it said, her darling boy to save, "Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave. In the sun and breeze, I was brave, but you must listen up and behave. You're...

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Of eleven children he was the first and from an early age for research had a thirst his love of dogs was no surprise highly regarded he received the Nobel Prize altho' no longer around of all those that ever were I clearly like the sound as with food it goes so well and if nothing else the name 'Pavlov' rings a bell ...

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