Funny Baby Poems | Examples
These Funny Baby poems are examples of Baby poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Baby Funny poems written by international poets.
My baby Fumi
She never fools me
She always gives me butterflies
In my tummy
She's so funny
But not cunning
She's just like my mummy
She always stands for, by and with me.
She always puts me
Under detention
Without pressure or tension
But just to gain my attention
Because I take her to different dimensions
Leading her to her destination
That's why she always follows my directions.
She said it's me or nothing
I'm her choice
Because I give her everything
I make her believe in true love again
Because I never deceive her
Steadily saying I can see clearly now
That all guys or men are not the same.
Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
My hair with homemade curls,
My makeup shines like pearls.
I'm just a baby, see,
Acting adult, maybe.
Bring napkins for wee-wee,
Ensure fun flows for free.
Tie me nappies for poo.
And bandage my boo-boo.
Baby guys will whistle,
Love – their own epistle.
While I sway my bum-bum,
Left to right like my mum.
Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
No high-heeled shoes to wear,
I'd still swagger with flair.
I'm a baby with style,
Can't stop this cheeky smile.
Here comes a generation of substance.
Trouble lies, her name is Constance
Future of tomorrow caught with substance
Imagine Janet, Judith, Tiktok for instance.
Looking Hot another name for Misconduct.
Tell Angela Martins I have her product.
She ordered ring light for brightness
With a future filled with darkness.
Technology is sweeter than Candy,
Sweeter than the candy I gave to Andy.
Teenagers teenaging in Advancement,
With rationality reduced to Entertainment.
Tiktok, Facebook and Whatsapp,
Nigerians are lost in you dear App.
Tell them what you're meant for,
Lest we dance wastefully to Old age.
I saw a baby in the market today,
?Caught its eye and made a funny face—?
It started to laugh, a pure, joyful sound,?
And I smiled, thinking my job was done,?
Went on with my shopping, a list full of tasks,?
Much to do, you see.
Later, in the checkout line,?There they were again—mother and child.?
I made the face once more,?
Hoping for the same sweet laughter.
But instead, the babe began to cry,?
And guilt sank in, unexpected and sharp,?
As if I had stolen the joy I had once given.
Soft as hugs, tiny hands reach out
when the tall one comes to make the silly sounds.
Aaro forgets the dark warm place,
this new world too big.
*
Blinks at bright lights and strange faces.
Hears songs beyond the funny noises.
Wrapped snug in soft blanket folds,
Aaro wiggles on.
*
Dropping milk bubbles on fuzzy cloth, watches
shapes moving above: close enough to grab.
When sleep comes, Aaro takes a deep breath
and dreams away.
*
Sees a big face smiling in the light,
hiding then appearing with a "peek-a-boo."
Such a nice game, thinks Aaro,
it makes the big one laugh too.
*
Eyes will not stay on one thing
and wander to new colours instead:
ceiling fan spinning round and round;
herself, Aaro, a small wonder
known by warm arms.
*
Milk fills her tiny tummy. Coos escape
from lips still learning to smile.
Sleep comes to Aaro's eyes; her fingers,
wherever they reach, find something to hold.
*
A soft blanket against skin; her world,
sound-filled, simple as now.
Her cries heard always, Aaro babbles to herself
as she discovers everything new.
Do you want to have a baby?
I'll give you a definite maybe.
Babies can cry and scream so loud.
Three in one house can make a small crowd.
I hope I'm not clearly misunderstood,
just unsure I'm ready for fatherhood.
You and I may be old jalopies,
but we suffice - original copies.
We could be relaxing on the grass,
not changing diapers of liquid gas.
Wait, it's time for you to cop a plea
in what seems a tragic comedy.
I never knew, when I started kissing,
your birth control pills had been found missing.
It seems that your little pill pack
has been fully empty - pills, it does lack,
and it's an open secret on the block
that I've become a laughingstock,
and I suppose you're thinking, honey,
that this is seriously funny.
Nine months later, she said smugly,
it can't be yours, you're pretty ugly.
For some this is funny,
for others it is dead serious.
This may not be earth shattering to you,
but for many it is.
Why have most bathrooms taken out paper towels,
then replaced them with blow dryers?
If you have a baby or small child,
how do you wipe their butt or face?
Try wiping up water off the counter,
blow dryers don't work so well.
I plea,
give us a choice.
Paper towels for some,
a blow dryer for others.
Quote By Poet "Time is a funny thing. It is here, it is gone.
Never to be found again."
As l get older,
I find the same word has different meanings.
I ask myself,
how can that be?
As a child I played by myself,
I was just rambling around to kill time.
When I started working,
the work day went rambling along.
As a new mom the baby phase,
sure was not rambling anywhere.
Now older and hopefully wiser,
I can see how some words have changed my life.
Now as the years have past by so quickly,
I find myself rambling along from day to day.
MY YOUNGER SISTER
DEAR LITTLE CUDDILY BUBBLY
ONE PIECE OF HAPPINESS HOW COULD
YOU BE SO ADORABLE
MY LITTLE SISTER THE SHINY HAIR OF
YOURS WITH THOSE PULPY RED CHEEKS MAKES
MY DAY DAILY WHICH KEEPS ME HAPPY
THE BRIGHT LIGHT GREEN WITH HUES OF BLUES
AND EMERLAD EYE OF YOURS FILLED WITH HOPE
AND WISHES URGES ME TO CUDDLE THE LITTLE ONE
ROUND AND FLASHY YET VERY SOFT AND SMALL
HANDS OF YOURS REMINDS ME OF MY FIRST
SOFTTOY WHO WAS AS ADORABLE AS YOU
SENSITIVE FRAGILE FEET OF YOURS WHICH DO NOT
FITS IN ANY SHOE OR SOCKS
REMINDS ME OF MY FISRT ONES
BUT MY DEAR SISTER THE HUG WHICH YOU GIVES ME AFTER THE HECTIC
HIGH SCHOOL DAY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT AND
CHRISHED MOMENTS OF MY DAY
Today a baby winked at me
another hilariously giggled
Worth at least 10,000 texts
or - yesterday - a thousand squiggles
In the galaxy of regret and longing,
A wish called smiling love.
Time passes, I have stretched out my hands
To restore the bond from separation.
I am silenced by your moaning
I have fallen into the trap of your love in your trap
Because I can't get rid of your tears from my eyes
Now that you are gone and I am left alone with your memories
Hoping for that day when you come back to my side
Until the end of my life, I want you to sleep and wake up
Far from you, the world is lonely and colorless
I have hidden my tears in this lonely heart
The paths of my heart towards you light up the bubble
You are an infinite and amazing companion
Find me in the dark night with your light
It is always a guide at every moment, but an open deception
In memory of you, a heart full of pain facing the air
Crying day and night, I call you
In your sorrow, my soul burns alive in your memory
O shaved figure, I will burn at your gaze
I fell in love with your voice
Your romance commanded my heart
I remember you every day and night
I open my hand to memories
After we each consumed a weed lolly
My best bestie gave grandad some molly,
He threw her leg over
They rolled in the clover,
Now my auntie’s my bestie’s f*** folly.
Written May 19, 2023 for the "Funny, Bawdy or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest"
As a baby we first hear music as a lovely lullaby,
in loving arms as we are rocked to sleep.
As a toddler we learn to dance to the music,
we make funny moves to the left then to the right.
As teenagers music touches our soul,
the beat goes from head to toe.
As adults we find our music style,
it could be rock~country~blues~classical.
Music lives in us as we go through life,
touching every special moment.
I could never live without music,
it runs through my veins and soul.
I was a double yoke baby
one X and two Ys
Obvious from birth
From the hair on my pubic
To the size of my girth