Funny 5Th Grade Poems | Examples
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three aliens camped out in the desert in the heat of the day
Their skin which had been green, turned a tiny bit more gloomily gray
They were huddled around a campfire or was it a TV?
I tried to tiptoe past them, hoping their intentions were friendly
One of them pointed and my head began to twirl around my neck
It rotated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, what the heck?
the aliens laughed; one of them handed me a tin full of beer
I did not dare reject it, because I was now trembling with fear
funny stories were told in their alien language, which I did not know.
I was relieved at two thirty-five a.m. when they finally let me go.
they had a giggle that clued me as to when I should laugh
I ran all the way home to hug my cuddly, a furry giraffe.
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Placement: First
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Walt Disney's Mickey Mouse
Still struts through each media house,
With hose stretched tighter than his grin,
And yellow shoes too big for his thin shin.
Why don’t geckos sink into the sand
Disappearing into the promised land?
What saves their Arizona lives? What keeps them up?
The flaps in between their toes said my Uncle Hup.
I thought he was joking, because he is a funny guy
So, I looked it up in my gecko book which was way up high
He was exactly right, my uncle, with his goofy laugh
Now I am researching the gopher and the giraffe
Persnickety pig, persnickety pig
Would you like to smoke a favorite cig?
Cancer chances are amazingly big
He is being tempted by his cousin Quig
How about alcohol? Please take a swig.
Come here, persnickety pig, don’t be a prig.
Person who added this was his cousin Zig
For this cousin PP did not give a fig.
Zig thought this was funny, he danced a jig
Loud snapping noises, he had stepped on a twig
Persnickety pig, persnickety pig
Where is your mud? I have a need to dig.
two wily willing avocado boys
dressed in costume, making lots of noise
danced a ring around my sister
she knows them well, calls one mister
first cousins, known as the two Roys
I saw them from a mile away
these two crazy jokers love to play
did not even roll my eyes
their antics now no big surprise
their costumes funny, green and gay
A bullseye again!
Can't miss.
Have practiced since I was ten.
Contrary to what people may say,
I have a talent.
And plan to keep it that way.
The Olympics are coming up,
My gold in spitting is coming up fast.
Momma says, "That can't be right.
No such sport as spitting!
I want you to stop tonight."
But I know it's true.
Otherwise, what else will the spitters do?
They are all in training too.
I've seen them as I pass through.
Cups held out to spit in.
Rolled down windows,
Spit in the wind.
Now it's my turn,
I can hit birds in flight!
Momma says, "You'll get over this.
Spitting is gross!
No one will have you as a host!"
Poppa says that spitting has a history.
Brass spittoons in every store!
Poppa says, "Come spit with me.
I bet you can even hit the top of that tree!"
I needed to practice every day.
Now I have a sport that even Poppa can play!
Could there be anything sweeter,
than our little dog named Fartina,
I wanted to see less of wretched in-laws,
they no longer come over because,
the gaseous funky green cloud,
emitting from Fartina makes me so proud.
I dare say we no longer have mice,
who now stay outdoors, how nice.
When Fartina goes to the vet,
it's a sure bet-
the leery vet techs yell, "Fartina's here!"
and the snooty lady in the waiting room
with the poodle holds her nose, oh dear!
At our family birthday party,
Fartina decided to get frankly, farty.
Our guests were all in a dither,
their faces crinkled, then quivered.
Til, lo and behold, a knock on the door,
pesky political solicitors once more!
Well, lovely Fartina took care of that-
a silent savage air biscuit commenced,
and our unwelcome visitors quickly
vaulted over the fence.
These days bad news travels fast,
but the flatulent antics of Fartina
makes laughter last. ~
no matter what else you do today
be playful in some kind of fashion or way
show the world your inner child inside
do not let them wither, or try to hide
jump from penguin to pelican
write slogans on your wall
then when the day is done
be proud and stand way tall
be playful and funny and laugh but not at people
fly among the butterflies, hop onto a gargoyle’s steeple
bring joy to your heart, and others will feel joy too
Be playful and loving today, and always be you.
the wildest largest most unbelievable tale is told by Peacock dear.
Rambunctious raccoon is rolling his eyes, and a finger around his ear
I try to concentrate, but keep peeking back at the raccoon, who is funny.
Peacock's eyesight is not good, he cannot see approaching bunny.
His ears are good, so he is right. Peacock’s story is implausible at best.
Let me tell you the rest, Peacock dear says to me. Let me tell you the rest!
Madame Sunflower was on a roll in the very best way
She had a squishy ball and she was ready to play
I saw her coming and gave her a great big “hey! hey!”
Hoping she would have time to stop by on her way.
She is sassy and funny, and one of my best friends too.
Upbeat and positive, her faith does not allow her to be blue.
Enthusiasm oozes out of her pores in the very best way.
Crossing my fingers Madame Sunflower will stop by today.
This is a paper kite ,
It's goes up very hight, Looks like a tiny flight,
Makes children to delight, We can't able to write, To fly kite is our right, We can't take it as slight, Is it a funny game alright?, No need to pay for this fright,
We can compete for kite fight,
We can't see kite in night, It can't come to our sight, It can fly in the high sprite, Right is our might .
Caught myself a spaceman with a rah, rah, rah
Put him in a jar, all fresh, green, funny and raw
He looked at me and I knew that I frightened him
He was going to be my pet. I would name him Jim.
But wait someone said, doesn't he need holes to breathe?
I will not poke holes in him, I said to my cousin Weirdo Shreathe.
Not him, he said, but at least poke air holes into the lid.
I changed my mind and called my Space man Sid.
We have never had a babysitter that was a bunny!
What are your concerns? I asked my pet cat Honey.
Does she have a sense of humor? Will she be funny?
My spaniel Henry had no questions, he is always sunny.
Babysitter arrived driving a pretty pastel bike.
Hey! Said Henry. Let’s take a little hike!
I have a better idea! Let’s see if you two fit in my basket.
She gave them the ride of their lives, their new babysitter, Miss Hasket.
The brownie brigade trotted around the block.
Marching with their feet going tickety dickity dock.
I listened to their shoes going click click click.
The loudest one was my own browine, little Nick.
We are marching! The oldest girl brownie said loudly.
And we are great at it! Another one stated so proudly.
Their clickety clackety shoes went on over the hill.
I stayed in my hiding place and was very still.
The fey act funny when they know you are looking.
So I put on some barbeque and pretended I was cooking.
I smell meat! Said a teensy voice, I thought it was them.
But it was my garden snake, I call him Old Slim.
I tossed him some beef, and he drew it in with his tongue.
I am going to go after a brownie, don’t worry, I’ll just eat one.
Leave them alone, or there will be no more barbeque for you.
He slithered away rapidly, way down into the blue.
Erin’s face looks like a map of Ireland, I was told.
She had ginger hair with slivers of dashing gold.
Her eyes were as green as the Emerald Isle.
And she lit up Dublin with her darling smile.
Many chased her in a merry happy fun-loving way.
She was gorgeous, funny, and always gay.
Her famous corn beef and cabbage was the best around.
Her tasty shepherd’s pie was devoured to the ground.