Best Funnysun Poems
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun in the sky
With the bulk of his obesity
Though he didn’t know why
His physician warned him that
Left unchecked he would die
But he had a hearty appetite
And that was the reason why
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun in the sky
And the immensity of his girth
Was caused, by too much pi
Form:
It's four thirty in the morning
Pidgeon's cooing, I'm still yawning
Bare feet the stairs I tread
Half asleep and fuzzy head
God! the sugars full of ants
Up my legs and in my pants
Slap! slap! with all my might
The more I slap the more they bite
Grab the broom sweep like hell
The air is blue with every yell
Then around my ear a drone
Blasted wasp wont leave alone
I say bugger off or death shall bring
He said up yours mate have tis sting
With throbbing hand to the garden fled
On lush green grass bare feet tread
Crap! ants black and red
And before another word is said
The pidgeon aims and hits my head
Hopping, jumping as blossoms fall
Nose runs, eyes water, hay fever makes a call
The sun it struck my skin turned red
The bites, the bumps, the stings all bled
That poet scoffed of a summers day
Did he dream the price to pay
Now the sun is high
The pidgeon shot and in a pie
The bed awaits the pillow glows
Sweetest dreams of winter snows
Form:
A brain locked into a world of letters and numbers
Concentrating on every meaning
Seeing nothing but what is before it
The mind wanders
Leaving the brain
It floats away, looking back
Seeing a face without emotion
Just pure logical thought
It drifts away
Looking for a sandy beach
A beautiful woman lying on smooth black sand
The setting sun shining warm on her skin
Beads of water glistening in the amber glow
There is a smile
Lips red, moist and inviting
Blowing the sweetest of kisses
The mind moves close enough to hear her breath
Swirling, twisting fantasies dance around
In the distance a bell rings
The sun fades
The beach is swept away
The kissing lips turn into nothingness
The phone rings again and a woman’s voice screams
Loud and piercing
Nearly painful…too painful to bear
“What time are you going to be home?’
Again the brain for all its structure
The mind with its freedom
Become one
And life goes on.