Best Poke Fun Poems
Little Charlie was a seven year old who was picked on in school because of his
height. Some of the kids would poke fun at him and call him Shorty Charlie. His buddy Brian would always tell the bullies to knock it off. Charlie always felt awkward because Brian would always come to his rescue and he himself wanted to stand up to the Bullies... Charlie lacked confidence and he dreamed for the day of getting even with them. Bobby the Bully had it in for him. Charlie couldn't wait for Halloween because he was going to dress up like a Superhero Superman and walk on stilts and be tall and Powerful and get even with Bobby and his accomplices. He thought that's what he must do to stop them from bullying him. He couldn't wait for Halloween. Halloween had finally arrived and Charlie and Brian headed out together as best friends Trick Or Treating. Then afterwards to a School Halloween Party.
The Night was Erie as the Full Moon shined,
as Little Charlie had one thing on his mind.
The two boys headed into the dark of the Night.
Tired of being made fun of. He was going to
do what was right.
Walking as Superman with stilts on his feet.
Gave him confidence to win and achieve.
His poor little feet hurt as he walked on those stilts.
He had to endure because of his strong will.
Brian said to Charlie, "You don't have to do this."
Charlie replied, "Thanks Brian, but I'm not a sis."
Just when he said this he looked up to see.
It was Bobby the Bully getting a Treat.
He knew it was him from the sound of his voice.
As he shook inside to confront this bad boy.
He got scared for a moment, as he was going to confront.
Then approached him like he had never done.
Like Superman he asked Bobby "Do you know who this is?"
Bobby had a puzzled demeanor, and asked, "Who is This?"
" I am Superman to you." Charlie replied,
and landed a punch to Bobby's right eye.
Bobby fell to the ground and started to cry.
Charlie took his stilts and mask off, and asked,
"Are you all right?!"
When Bobby saw who it was, he said," Is that you Charlie?"
Charlie responded, " I am Superman to you, Bobby."
Michael Tor
Categories:
poke fun, 4th grade, bullying, celebration,
Form:
Light Verse
He can't stop rhyming.
His mind races in cadence and timing.
Writing muses from within,
In both darkness and light, they begin.
Put to paper, in one pen stroke,
No force edits, and none of the hoke.
Modernists may very well blaspheme,
Believing they write, in deeper theme.
Cluttered words, and punctuation on a page,
As if contortion, should serve as the gauge.
A rhyme might accidentally appear,
but only in likeness, feeling quite 'impure'.
A well-known Frosted poet, left readers stunned;
This poem's title may find you, unknowingly punned.
This Flake will write, as his mind dances,
Until proven otherwise, he'll take his chances.
7/26/2017
Relatively new to PS, this first poem tried to poke fun at modernism. I grew up with poems that rhymed. I was surprised by the number of free verse poems and their popularity. Being on PS has allowed me to broaden my idea of poetry. I've learned that Free verse is universal, while rhyming is limited by dialect. The best lesson I've learned is that less is often more. It is surprising how a three, line 20 word poem can say so much. I'm still a rhyming addict...
Categories:
poke fun, art, funny, humor, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
He didn't mind other people laughing at him,
made it that much easier to poke fun at them
Talk about how they look,
imitate how they talk
Zing the nerds carrying their school books,
tease the girls about their Lolita walk
He was the class clown,
no doubt about it ... hands down
Always had a smile on his face,
but inside, his heart wore a frown
Going home after school
was the saddest thing to do
His father's drinking
drove his mother to commit suicide
when he was only a youth
Today, he might get the crap beat out of him
just because ...
Tonight, his dad might be in a drunken stupor
from a six-can buzz
It was always easy to deal with
when he would hide in the laughter
Watch the funny shows on the telly,
gut busting his half-empty belly
He cried when he heard Jim Belushi died,
he laughed when he saw John Candy's sad eyes
In the mornings, he would run gleefully off to school
Ready to hurl funny insults at me and you,
because that's what a class clown is supposed to do
I heard he went out west when he graduated,
and met a woman who he fell in love with
She had reminded him of his mom so much,
he could always make her laugh with his rich, baritone voice
Sadly, the funny man got famous ...
at least for fifteen minutes or so
New reports claimed it was a murder suicide,
two people had died
The crime scene investigators said
his woman had stopped taking her meds
His funny ways had lifted her from the depths of depression,
she felt she didn't need those pills anymore
But hidden in her mind was a split personality;
the other her didn't like laughter, she was humor-free
Her sinister side said kill the clown,
stop those funny man sounds
Plunge the knife deep, deep down
Then ask him, while he's dying,
who's laughing now
Time for her to go and meet your mom
Class clown
Funniest person I ever knew,
finally found laughter in his heart
But died with a frown
Categories:
poke fun, abuse, death, funny, sad,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
11/07/17
My child came home from school today
Unlike every other day, she didn't want to play
She looked deep in thought and sat quiet for a while
I asked "what's wrong? Where's your pretty smile?"
She started with "well mommy I don't know what to do"
"the best part of my day was coming home to you"
So I asked if someone was mean to her at school
She said "no not to me mommy, but most the kids are cruel"
"They're mean to Bobby Joe, they say he has ugly toes"
"They're mean to Rose, they say she has a crooked nose"
"They pick on Sarah for wearing braces"
They pick on Zoey because she can't tie her shoe laces"
"They say Matt and Molly have four eyes"
"They say all the teacher does is tell lies"
"Curtis gets teased for the color of his skin"
"Angel gets teased for having two moms, they say it's a sin"
"They poke fun at Sandra, she has no hair, they threw her wig"
"They poke fun at Lee and call him a pig"
"They call Mark names too because he walks with a limp"
"I'm not sure why, but they call him a gimp"
"They said they won't be my friend if I talk to the others"
"I don't really care because we all have and need each other"
"I'm dreading tomorrow they're going to be mean to me too"
I'm going to pray for all of them tonight, the mean ones too"
Categories:
poke fun, anti bullying, discrimination, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
The Keystone Cops were funny,
Chaplain, Keaton, Lloyd, and Fields too.
Laurel and Hardy, and Will Rodgers,
Were just some of the names we knew.
Who can forget the Stooges,
Or all the pies we saw them throw?
Who didn't laugh at the Brothers Marx,
Or Abbot and Costello?
Berle, Caesar, Skelton, Crosby and Hope,
Could always bring a tear.
So could Allen, Paar, Kovacs, and Carson,
As we guffawed ourselves to the floor.
Gleason had Carney, Martin had Lewis, Lucy had Desi,
George had Gracie, and Burnett had her crew.
While Cosby, Pryor, and Murphy,
All taught us to laugh anew.
Cohen, Benny, Youngman, Diller, Rickles, Hackett, and Winters,
Are some of the names we recollect.
Everyone fell out of their chairs,
When Rodney "Got no respect"!
Today we have Billy, Whoopi, Robin, and Dave,
Leno, Rodriguez, Wallace, Jeni, Wright, and too many more to name.
But each still works to bring us laughter,
Today, their job's the same.
They poke fun at life's human side,
As did the jester who first began the gaff.
So when the comic entertains us with his work,
All we can do is laugh.
They see laughter and hear our smiles,
Whether they are "Stand Up" or "Situational" workers.
They take the pulse of every audience,
To see if there are any shirkers.
But "Laughter is the Best Medicine",
A saying that is all but true.
So, don't be afraid to let your bellyaches come from laughter,
When a comic entertains for you.
Categories:
poke fun, dedication, funny, people, thank
Form:
Rhyme
The Keystone Cops were funny
Chaplin, Keaton, and Fields too.
Laurel & Hardy and Will Rogers
were some of the names we knew.
Who can forget the Stooges
or all the pies we saw them throw.
Who didn't laugh at the Brothers Marx
or Abbot & Costello?
Berle, Caesar, Crosby & Hope
could always bring a tear.
So would Allen, Paar, Kovacs, and Carson
as they guffawed us to the floor.
Gleason had Carney, Martin had Lewis, Lucy had Desi
and Carol Burnett had her crew.
Cosby, Pryor, and Murphy
all taught us to laugh anew.
Cohen, Benny, Diller, Rivers, and Rickles
are names that we recollect.
Who wouldn't fall out of his chair
when Rodney "Got no respect."
Let's not leave out any of the Brits as
Benny Hill, Mr. Bean, and the Two Ronnies were funnier than some.
Their take on humor was a bit different from our own
But that's why we had such fun with Faulty Towers and Monty's Python.
We have had Billy, Whoopi, Robin, and Carlin,
Johnny, Jay, Dave, and too many more to name.
But each still brings us laughter,
Today their job's the same.
They still poke fun at life's human side
as did the jester who first began the gaff.
So, when a comic entertains you...
Be generous with your laughs.
Categories:
poke fun, dedication, funny, giggle, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
An “Angel of the Odd” curiosity provokes
The Angel of Death is more welcome than he
Wine bottles in a keg? What is it this angel smokes?
“The narrator’s house,” says Poe with wicked glee
Things are never as they seem in Poe’s fantasy
Much as in life, we trade one monster for the next
And for unlucky blokes, there’s no amnesty
So listen for Poe’s laugh when you feel vexed
Oddities abound in a world with no rules
Poe has no patience for “sensible” solutions
An angel he creates to make men seem fools
Perhaps you’re next in line for this angel’s executions
Who would be so brazen as to poke fun at Poe?
Even as Poe toys with your sanity
You may find yourself fleeing the Kraken in a hoe
Only to be swallowed by a fierce manatee
*Written February 15, 2014 for Craig Cornish’s “Angel of the Odd” contest
Categories:
poke fun, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Blame the parents
for rising their kids
with a foul language...
sins have a wage!
Only respect and morality
make good citizens of society,
but many like to poke fun
at anyone who can't run.
By looking at them one realizes
they came from unstable families:
their mother was a drunker,
and their father an abuser.
One of them wearing a Yankee cap
yells at the limping old lady out of shape,
" Fat cow, how many quarts of milk have gulped tonight?
You didn't wipe off that white mustache! Are you going to fart? "
And the elderly lady replied to that insult
" Watch your language, punk...I can fight! "
" Look at you! You walk like a turtle! "
she challenged her thinking she was feeble.
" Don't threaten me and get me mad, young lady!"
she brazed her legs expecting her
to suddenly fling and attack her;
" I used to play baseball...I'll knock you down easily! "
Taking a grim look at her, the slender and cynical girl
continued to abuse the obese lady by giving her hell,
" Taste this, it's going to hurt! " she yelled by punching the teenager hard
and once down, the motionless, breathless and bloody girl didn't get up.
Everybody panicked, shaking her trying to revive her,
" No pulse! No heartbeat! No breath! She's dead! "
The ambulance came five minutes after to take one to the morgue
and the other to the nearest hospital with a bleeding tongue.
It's very rare for a bizarre behavior to cause a sudden death,
and unfortunately one life was lost because that teen felt tough;
it's a warning to other youngsters, " Avoid such a confrontation
with people you think are too old to fight, always use precaution!"
Categories:
poke fun, abuse, addiction, children, crazy,
Form:
Rhyme
The Doctor Sobbed…..By Peter Onyancha
My doctor read
This letter to the letter
Shocked, Sobbed
Dear Doctor, I did –
No ham, doc, No harm
I stuck to the steak too long
Now I go to the prairie
To pick an apple
And stick to it
I have let life to thrive
I have beef with beef
I chicken from chicken
No fun with pork
I poke fun with lamb
Just like that.
No ham, doc, No harm!
I’m done!!
Categories:
poke fun, foodfun,
Form:
Free verse
Granpa wakes early needing to pee,
then sits at the table sipping his tea.
Ahh remember the time he could sleep through the night,
but now he holds on with all of his might.
Pop longs for the time when he finally retires,
He hopes it comes round before he expires.
Pa muses the things that he finally can do,
Then spied the pack on the table where they examine his poo.
Just the other day he was building his deck,
when he slipped off the ladder almost breaking his neck.
He rolled on his back, stuck to the floor,
thinking, "Well I can't do that anymore."
All of the things he could do in times by,
if I, (I mean) he did them now he surely would die.
Eat all the food he liked and think it was grouse,
If he did that now he'd be the side of a house.
His body has got old from front to back,
but the mind is still as sharp as a tac.
The young folk can poke fun and give him trouble,
surely they must know it will come back on them double.
Getting old, not all of it's bad,
Like having the kids call, saying, "hey dad".
Or tell them a joke to sound kind of cool,
All of his kids think his dad jokes rule.
One thing is for certain and here's the rub,
Pa's children and grand kids will always be loved.
His heart fills with joy when they are around,
and the house full of love will always abound.
Categories:
poke fun, age,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Okay I am going to write some funny poems
Did you see the road ahead?
Why there are some road kills?
Talk about believing
I believe for some rain
Now it rains everyday
Not that kind of rain!
Lol. Munch it.
I see some birds making nest on my tree
What? This is not a hotel
I am gonna charge you some fees
Do birds fly south for the winter?
Not my birds
They are all up in there making music
Ahh I forgot
Could have fooled me
Thought it was the winter
Brrrr
Gas is back up again
Hey, why don't they make a thing where they stop the prices?
They made one when the tank is full
Why don't they make one when we are full?
Full of it - lol if you know what I mean
I have to go out of town this weekend
A friend of mine is going with me
Where is your fun and adventure?
Not - if I have to entertain you
Just kidding
I am looking forward to the day
where I can do everything
What is everything?
I feel sorry for the people who work at the restaurants this weekend
It's gonna be crowded
You know how fathers like to eat
It's chow time
Bring on the steaks, will ya?
Talking about fathers
Let me poke fun at fathers
Did you know you did that all wrong?
Where did you have your training?
Not from us - gals
Yeah you don't do things like that
Do it the right way
Okay you heard enough
Your kids are calling you
I am going to go the movie
Lol
Be right back
And the house'd better not burnt down
Haha
I am just kidding
You are more than sufficient, efficient, proficient
And you are good at everything
Happy Father's Day, Dads
When you are coming?
Dad?
Categories:
poke fun, faith, fun, funny,
Form:
Free verse
“Driving by your house”
So you are checking out my house
“I wonder if it was a dream”
Yes it was
“All I need is a little loving tonight”
Is that all you need? Lol
“Give me one reason to stay here”
Just one?
“Be careful of what you do”
Aren’t you?
“Remember you always think twice”
Lol, are you sure you can do that?
“If I fall for you, I will never recover”
Haha you can bet on that
“You take all of it wrong baby”
Oh yeah? How close am I?
“Sorry I don’t understand where all of this coming from”
You’ve been sleeping?
“Then I see you baby, everything is alright”
That’s better, lol
Are you sure you can handle it now?
Ohh I just love these songs
They are just too funny
“Have I told you lately that I love you?”
No but it’s not going to help
If you are in trouble
You are in trouble buddy
Anyway, I’ll leave for now
I will continue to poke fun at these
As it gives me pleasure to do so
“With or without you
I can’t live with or without you”
Make up your mind
I got to go
Okay here I go, lol
Categories:
poke fun, faith, fun, funny, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
Gratitude attitude grow
Peacock attitude away throw
Though temptations line up in a row
Pointless, heartless any soul you to hurt
Under no circumstances invective blurt
Because so doing grows you curt
Achieving trinkets, reaping limpets
As you blow trivial trumpets
Deriding, riding, restless strumpets
In your city where contempt
Fashionable in an objectional attempt
To parade low grade hair unkempt
For aeons under neon lights
Illuminating prudish, brutish fights
Meant to ignore the snore of plights
Street kids endure under the watch
You observe at close quarters to catch
Miscreants and recidivists who latch
Onto corruption
To catalyze the eruption
So blatantly witnessed in the disruption
Probity suffers as wafers
Vanish into thin air when quaffers
Poke fun at a senile souse who suffers
Ravages of loneliness
You regret in the context of silliness
Egrets and open secrets endure as holiness
Suffers its biggest reverse
To learn men of the collar deemed so averse
To child molestation in vows so diverse
Embarrass your church
Leaving doubting Thomases in the lurch
As for meaning and direction they search
Wondering if hypocrisy in this crisis
Should call and recall paralysis
To promote or demote dialysis
As a cure for the malaise
Believers suffer in the craze
That undermines set standards in a maze
In which a plethora of anguish
You bear as you strive to distinguish
Reality from fiction. Your faith don’t extinguish
Or else you throw baby together with bath water
In the church and in your quarter
To deny you opportunities for malfeasance to alter.
Categories:
poke fun, poems,
Form:
Free verse
I have no doubt that
soon it will be summer.
The daffodils have taken flight,
fire no more warms the night.
The rain has gone,
no need to run for cover.
Not long now ‘til summer,
blossoms on apple trees,
monarch butterflies and bumble bees,
garden buds a kaleidoscope in flower
with fruit upon vine and bower.
No need for winter clothes,
sore throats, chills, stuffy nose.
Children laugh, their face aglow,
(they’re in the know)
soon it will be summer.
I have a friend, we love cricket,
he bowls - I take wickets!
One ball left in the over,
a sweet drive through extra cover...
that’s when you know it’s summer.
We poke fun at each other,
who’s the best, he’s like a brother.
I never move my feet -
“your arm’s always bent, Skeet,”
but I think we can both agree
I ain’t Lara and you ain’t Hadlee.
Written: circa 1995
———
*Wicket refers to the dismissal
of a batsman.
*An over is made up of six balls
bowled by the bowler.
*A drive is a cricket shot.
*Extra cover is a fielding position.
*Skeet is my friend and opponent.
A legend in his own mind.
*Lara and Hadlee are famous
players from the past.
Categories:
poke fun, change, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
An awkward chuckle
Escapes my lips
White knuckles
Teeth grit
I don’t poke fun
Or humiliate
I get your pun
It isn’t great
I bear the burden
Of your ego
My introversion
Takes the blow
The problem is
You’re not clever
As lame as it is
I must endeavor
Feeling abashed
And quite dumbfounded
I chose to stash
How bad you sounded
I lose the grace
I had before
To save your face
I shake my core
Asymmetrical
Gawky, inept
Your spectacle
My debt
Categories:
poke fun, anxiety, social,
Form:
Rhyme