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Funny Sport Poems | Funny Poems About Sport
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They say that fishing is a sport,
but who wants to compete with a fish?
These small, slimy swimmers
often end up as someone's main dish.
The fish's pea sized brain
is usually fooled by store bought bait.
The only problem for the fisherman
is how long his patience must wait.
A fishing rod and decorated hook
lures the brainless victim to its death.
After its fins slap the human skin,
the fisherman brags with every breath.
A cold blooded fish's defeat
means little on the scoreboard of life.
If fishing is meant to be a sport,
why are the losers chopped up with a knife?
Copyright © Angie Sharp | Year Posted 2006
We invented cricket and football
And guess what we useless at them all
We loose every game
Drives the supporters insane
But we good for an after game brawl
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010
I do not have a favorite sport.
Folks near me cheering laughing, snort.
At times I sit in bleachers,
And watch the gaming creatures.
I much prefer a tasty torte.
© January 20, 2011
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
Now I’ve never been terribly sporty
For exercise isn’t my forte
But I’ve finally found
A sport that is sound
It involves getting naked and naughty
Copyright © John W Fenn | Year Posted 2011
Styled like a T Bird.
She really purred in third.
By listening to the engine
you did shift.
Ahe was sleek and styling
if you get my drift.
Her body golden cream,
the roof black.
It's the one with the roof
that slants slightly back.
Pop shifting soon became
I just loved my
1964 Super Sport Chevy.
Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012