Best Laughing Stock Poems
As legend has it, there lived Bai Balkhash, a rich man
In the North regions of the then Soviet Kazakhstan
Had a beautiful daughter Ili who was without her Smiley
So Balkhash held a feast with a contest to win Ili.
Ili, loved a shepherd called Karatal and easily managed
For Karatal to win the contest of the grooms staged
But Karatal followed the ancient tradition of love stories
Wherein the fathers were supposed to oppose the realities.
Now the lovers had no option but to run away and marry
And the angry father had no options to go contrary
So he turned them into rivers and himself a lake between.
Made himself a laughing stock taking water from rivers twin.
Today’s reality is Kazakhstan and China using Ili’s water
Poetic justice done, the lake drying, two rivers dying forever.
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Burlesque Form
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Dr. Ram Mehta
7th place win in:
Contest: Beloved Poem by Giorgio Veneto -
Dracula needed dentures,
That's the story I've been told
The man was getting up in age,
Nearly seven centuries old!
He refused to see a dentist,
While losing his fatal bite
He soon became a laughing stock,
Not a soul feared him at night!
The Transylvanian Drooler,
His newly appointed name
He lost his reputation,
His bite was rather lame!
Each time he'd suck a neck,
His victims failed to succumb
He had no fangs to penetrate,
For all he could do was "gum!"
No more humiliation!
It was time to buy some teeth;
His remaining shred of dignity,
Sank to the gutters beneath!
A brand new set of choppers,
Created a lovely smile
Soaring back to action,
Has always been his style!
Behold, another damsel,
How could she escape?
He swooped around the corner,
Binding her with his cape!
He took one mighty bite,
With very little effect
When he tried to pull away,
His teeth were stuck in her neck!
His face turned red as a beacon,
What a mockery to the undead
His victim cried with laughter,
Then smacked him across the head!
Dracula quit the business,
Heeding retirement's call
Suckin' down Bloody Marys,
Toothless and gummin' a straw!
Woke up this morning - had a dreadful shock
I had not set the alarm on my clock
Swore until the air turned blue -
I’d missed my job interview!
My family think I’m a laughing stock
Got phoned this morning everything’s fine -
Was offered a job by a friend of mine
Any hours I choose
I simply can’t lose
I’m a ‘secret shopper’ my job’s divine!
Contest- it was one of those mornings. Sponsor Sara Kendrick
03~05~16
Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of monkey
Jaguars are fast and strong
Kangaroos are tall and clunky
Llamas' necks are rather long
Mandrills have red-bottomed features
Newts can grow an extra limb
Ostriches are speedy creatures
Polar bears just love to swim
Quetzels are ablaze with colour
Rattlesnakes subdue their prey
Sloths show life could not be duller
Tawny owls sleep through the day
Uakaris have red faces
Vultures scavenge on the go
Wild boar live in diverse places
X-ray tetra brightly glow
Yaks lock horns when in a fight
Zebras' coats are black and white
Now you'll know just who is who
When you visit London zoo.
22.02.20
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Abc Contest Poetry Contest - sponsored by Allright Poet
Mr. Bean has made the world go laughing
and if laughter tis the best medicine
then Mr. Bean sure is doctor of laughter
for quite apt is he at appealing humour!
Perhaps the world's best most beloved buffoon
with antics that could beat and defeat any clown or cartoon
King of joke, king of mock
he could send you rolling with laughter
With a serious silly face he played his pranks
to send you laughing ever after.
A funny man who purposely makes slips
or amuses the audience with amusing quips
A man immune to derision and ridicule
for he deliberately prefers to be comic
Funny is to watch him break any rule
for we all know it's just an onscreen antic.
Laugh and laugh, laugh till your sides ached
but watch how he has the last laugh
This jocular chap has mastered the art of comedy
He amuses quite single-handedly without aid or staff.
So before him on your small screen
your attention span for once shan't be mean
Just prepare to broaden that jaw
you're totally free to guffaw
at this engaging man of mock
this deliberate laughing-stock!
Few have not gone into rhapsody
over this funny fellar, King of comedy
So come heal yer malady
The king of jest
Jester's truly best
(I wrote dis last yr n recently i heard n confirmd it thru google too the nice news that mr.Bean converted to Islam. Skeptics had rather doubt it yet im sure d news has some basis. If true then mr.Bean im more yer fan than eva )
I like chickens,
They’re cuddly and they’re cute
When I goes out on Friday night
I wears a chicken suit
People stares at me an says
“Just look at him he’s barmy”
They won’t find it so funny
When I’ve raised my chicken army
We’ll take the world by storm
Then I won’t be the laughing stock
Surrounded by my chickens
I will be the biggest cock
I like chickens
They are my only friends
I love them all, the cockerel
The baby chicks the hens
We’ll dominate the world
And then this bird will rule roost
I’ll cock a doodle doo to give
My birds a morale boost
I’ll march upon the capital
Encircled by my flock
You’ll hear the people turn and say
“Just look at him, the Cock!”
I’d watched the ‘Open’ and the 'Masters'
And thought that l’d give golf a try
I hired some clubs and little white balls
From the tee I hoped my ball would sail high
I lined up perfectly and took a swing
But the ball stayed on that little blue tee
I tried again and missed it once more
I was a laughing stock for all to see!
If questioned about my handicap
I’d smile and say I don’t have one at all
The only real problem that I have is
I can’t hit the ruddy golf ball!
A true story!
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Ned was grandma's billy goat,
The meanest goat in town;
Every time you crossed his path,
He'd try to butt you down!
Buddy was our neighbor,
A twisted lil' teen;
He always nagged that billy goat,
For that's what made him mean!
Fate caught up to Buddy,
We had an awful scare;
He slipped on muddy soil,
With his butt in open air!
Ned saw his target,
"KA-THUD!!"...was all we heard;
Buddy flew across the way,
I could swear he passed a turd!
Buddy tried to squeeze himself,
Between a wooden gate;
Mercy failed to comprehend,
By then, it was all too late!
Trapped like a weary mouse,
Bud's rump in open view;
Ned landed fifty thumps,
His butt turned black n' blue!
It took us all to save him,
Talk about a battered fig;
All the while he was screamin',
Like a frightened little pig!
Hot baths and epsom salts,
A lesson Buddy gained;
He slept beneath a ceiling fan,
To ease his throbbing pain!
Oh, what a laughing stock,
We teased him constantly;
"BILLY GOAT!!", we'd often cry,
Just to watch him flee!
The Evil Hands of Tyranny
See “The Evil Hands of Tyranny” gripping coils and springs,
As they crush the throats and lives of all innocent people
Who cry for fairness and justice—but get only a deaf ear.
Dealing cards falsely makes a laughing stock of us all,
While we gaze at that “Dark Spirit” with his ghastly grin
And evil intentions to steal our very souls like Mephisto.
From power hungry fools—greed envelopes all who pay
Attention not to the real evil that some men do to others,
But to those who appear to be fooling themselves true.
This brings pain, suffering, bitterness—and not peace,
And disturbs mankind’s harmony and hope for a better
Existence as the rapacious “Dogs of War” are unleashed.
Twisting wars to suit underlying issues is that all-too
Occurrence in our world as the young, old, and weak
Face “The Grim Reaper” who snickers at this chance.
The rich get richer with ill regard, or even no regard for
Others not so blessed who live this precarious moment,
As the innocent endure such monstrous and virulent evil.
This manifests itself in a hideous mask of hateful deceit
And true lies toward any poor person who objects to this
Horrid reality and challenges “The Evil Hands of Tyranny.”
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 22, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
Why
Did I
Get sucked in
Like a big fish
And play with the clowns
There went my rent money
I'm a laughing stock at cards
My life's a big circus as is
The only poker I know is fun
My
Oh my
See my face
After that loss
I'm at loss for words
My insides are empty
My wallet is emptier
My hair's on fire, I need help
Where is my cotton candy lady
connie pachecho
1/5/23
A cartoon
he flies over cities
saving the world
from reality
Child abuse
200,000 dead
humongous tariffs
concentration camps
money laundering with Russians
el fato dictator with out the tator
laughing stock
trillions of debt
science denied
witches in the Whitehouse
grabbing privates cause he brags
he can , he can touch your cans
no mathematician
yet good at division
the urinator of ignorance
the bankruptcy King
Khashoggi tried to expose the evil
Saudi Prince bids Trumps carnal desires
in the Turkish bathhouse of politics
dark secrets chopped up in death
Pink Floyd told you
pigs can fly
and you had your doubts
No more doubts
the orange man
a Nazis re incarnation
wrapped in the confederate flag
saving no one
See “The Evil Hands of Tyranny” gripping coils and springs,
As they crush the throats and lives of all innocent people
Who cry for fairness and justice—but get only a deaf ear.
Dealing cards falsely makes a laughing stock of us all,
While we gaze at that “Dark Spirit” with his ghastly grin
And evil intentions to steal our very souls like Mephisto.
From power hungry fools—greed envelopes all who pay
Attention not to the real evil that some men do to others,
But to those who appear to be fooling themselves true.
This brings pain, suffering, bitterness—and not peace,
And disturbs mankind’s harmony and hope for a better
Existence as the rapacious “Dogs of War” are unleashed.
Twisting wars to suit underlying issues is that all-too
Occurrence in our world as the young, old, and weak
Face “The Grim Reaper” who snickers at this chance.
The rich get richer with ill regard, or even no regard for
Others not so blessed who live this precarious moment,
As the innocent endure such monstrous and virulent evil.
This manifests itself in a hideous mask of hateful deceit
And true lies toward any poor person who objects to this
Horrid reality and challenges “The Evil Hands of Tyranny.”
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 22, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
We are like that dog chasing his own tail
trying to posses something of its own
something that is beyond us
never to be touched
only to be looked upon
Gods are laughing from us
we are their laughing stock
grotesque humanity at its best
inventing our life
while being shaped by it.
And right back, where we belong
Arrogance of our loner god
is our own self deception
Led by his own will
misguided in sleeplessness
we are dying on the way,
to be reborn in clarity of future lies,
lost and never to be loved,
shaped into the featureless
sunset of a sculpture
in a snowy sense of senility
where time is moving away from us
and we fall to stand.
You call it love
I call it master and slave morality
by Jaro T
Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.
Love...,
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.
Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.
For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!
Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.
For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.
For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.
Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.
Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.
And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.
Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.
huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.
Black and gold,
Black and gold,
Will forever burn fruitfully in my soul.
Young and old,
True fans of the New Orleans Saints.
We have been through the storm.
We have had to mourn,
But a new way of life is about to be born.
Black and white,
We’ve fought the fight,
And won!
No more being the laughing stock,
A new chapter in our lives has begun.
Red, white, and blue,
The time is due,
To show us respect,
To recollect and rebuild
The Heartbeat of America.
Yes, people claimed to be scared of us.
The people of the N.O. want the U.S.,
And the world to know,
That we are the best,
That we passed the test.
Black and gold
Floods our hearts’ bayou,
And to our dear Saints,
We love you!
Black and gold
Is in our soul,
We’ll march with you in the Super Bowl,
And back to the Superdome,
Our own home,
With a trophy in our hands,
Because of diligence,
And favor of the big man.
Black and gold,
Black and gold,
Will forever burn fruitfully in my soul.
wrote 1-27-10
Written by Nicole S. Brown, music teacher at
Park Forest Elementary School, Baton Rouge, LA,
Native of Monroe, LA, and former resident of New Orleans, LA