Best Sense Of Humour Poems
Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Natasha L. Scragg
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 5, 2025
When life threw me a curveball,
I stumbled—then chuckled mid-fall.
Lumped knees, not pride, I wore like bent,
because sneering is something I've seen.
In chemo rooms and vestibules,
I frenzied dry jokes on aseptic walls.
Doctors simpered, nurses would beam—
a punch-line where the fear had been.
When agony thumped hard and sleep grew thin,
I let the silly light writhe in.
A meme, a whirl , a silly song—
made aching days feel less so long.
No, humour incurable or patch,
But it's the ally, not made to part.
It doesn't silence, hurt or truth,
but let me smirk with my aching tooth.
So here's my laugh, though life gushes beneath,
it's how I rise, not how I lament!
Humor plays a special role
In this world of woe.
Laughter's serum for the soul,
As all fun lovers know.
Robust guffaws brighten days.
Insides shake, and hot tears flow.
Think of all the many ways
You could cheer those feeling low.
Stevie was a city boy,
He wore an old school tie,
His life was full of sex and booze
And other things you buy.
He occupied a penthouse
That overlooked the Thames
And plastered it with modern art
To overawe his friends.
But one night in a taxi home
When chatting to the cabby
The latter asked our hero
Whether he was really happy.
Now Stevie wasn't prone to
Letting others take the piss,
So he smashed the cabby's lights
And drove his car into a ditch.
But the violence didn't kill
The mem'ry of the thing he'd said;
"Are you really happy?" was
Still buzzing round his head.
So he popped along to Harley Street
With his philosophic woe,
Slipped a doctor fifty quid
And screamed 'I need to know!'
The doctor nodded kindly and
Reached under the desk,
From where he raised a felling axe
And chopped off Stevie's legs.
While tarring up the stumps the
Doctor said 'You might feel crappy,
But you'll have a clearer mind when
Someone asks you if you're happy.'
Oh, yes, that time has surely come-
the winter of our years;
try keeping busy, having fun
and hang out with our peers.
On senior bus trips, off we go,
the highlight of our day.
But walkers and those footed canes
sure do get in our way.
Like ducklings waddle cross the floor
to meet the guide in pairs,
we follow him or her around
and pray there are no stairs.
And soon it's time to see the show
and thought we had our place
to sit next to our special friends,
then find there is no space!
'Cause we got lost along the way-
when leaving the restroom!
Now in the dark, get seated near-
some gal with strong perfume!
And soon the time has surely come-
the curtains rise with cheers.
So tired of saying 'who' and 'what'-
stuff hearing aids in ears.
Oh yes, those days have surely come-
the winter of our time;
just keep on going, with a smile-
pretend it's summertime!
Common sense once rebuffed her close friend—
Sense of humour gone nigh out of hand,
The dame now looking tame,
The dance they danced looked lame,
Yet, patched up when, what a perfect blend!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 19.03.2017 |
Poet’s note: common sense, since it is not so common, often creates some humour when absent. One without the other looks tame, and when they marry in a happy marriage the two make a perfect blend.
What do we find funny
What makes us tickle
Laughter can come easy
But sometimes it's fickle
One person chuckles
Another just groans
Depends on your senses
If you giggle or moan
Some find humour
In most things they see
Depends on your outlook
That's surely the key
Go around moping
With chin on the ground
You sure won't be able
To wipe off that frown
You must laugh at life
And not take it serious
If you fret over things
You'll soon be delirious
So take this advice
From someone who knows
Be happy and jolly
Away with the woes
The world's just a stage
For your comedy routine
Just keep 'em laughing
And try keeping it clean!
© Jack Ellison 2012
How to define funny
What makes us tickle
Humour comes easy
But sometimes it's fickle
One person laughs
Another just groans
Depends on your senses
You giggle or moan
Some find humour
In most things they see
Depends on your outlook
That's surely the key
Go around moping
With chin on the ground
You sure won't be able
To wipe off that frown
You must laugh at life
And not take it serious
Don't fret over things
Silly and frivolous
Look at this guy
Turned seventy-seven
Very few sad thoughts
On his journey to Heaven
So take this advice
From someone who knows
Try hard to be jolly
Smile down to your toes
The world's just a stage
For your comedy routine
Just keep 'em laughing
But please keep it clean
© Jack Ellison 2012
The funeral was well attended
Nobody came
It was sad in a way
Clashed with the dog passing away
There was a friend with a leg
When I say a leg
I actually mean two
Though he had the flu
The Priest nearly made it
But he passed too
The butcher discussed it with the baker
In the newsagents where the notice was placed
Was it his wife who put it in
Well yes, to begin
Then a black guy called Fred
Placed another, hopefully dead
Followed by Titch
Who looked quite rich
But was really his bit..
Not to detract from Simon
Frowned the butcher, calling him pieman
Though, that was simplistic
The florist cried foul
She had the contract
But just for a while
It was left to the undertaker
Wade
Who had to subcontract
When thieves stole his spade
Joe from the pub
With the maths degree
Discussed the angles
Buried under a tree
Bernadette, at the bookmakers
Had to agree
Rushing off to mass
Father Joe listened with glee
It was a trying day in the village of Dull
The pub was in mourning
There was a definite lull
But one thing was agreed
As they slowly got pissed
Rover the dog
Would surely be missed.
I try to crack a joke to tame a tense situation,
As a way of blowing up the slow building steam.
With a joke, I see all resentments flitting away,
And watch, how a happy mood begins to stream.
Stiff formalities often leave me choking
In a very serious company, I feel at a loss
I'm so much at ease in a hilarious company,
Even a harsh situation turns cheery in humour’s gloss
By being funny, you can earn much camaraderie
It makes you coveted, reducing all possible rift
Humour saves you from the drabness of everyday life
The ability to laugh at oneself is indeed a rare gift.
‘Laughter, the best medicine’ is a time old saying
With so much power to heal, let us laugh to chill
See, how it lightens anger’s heavy load
Making us healthier, reducing our hospital bill.
All prefer a clownish Falstaff to a rigid crowned king
Who with humour's punch blunts the sharp blades of reality
He escorts us cheerfully to a world of laughter
And leads us to the merry realms of geniality.
Chortle and chuckle to remove all your aches
Grin and giggle until your belly breaks
Laugh out loud with mouth wide till it makes you cry,
Roll on the floor and laugh with spirits raised high.
Good sense of humour :
I always admire.
Good Humour is perfect mind - freshener
with exact effect on Good Listener.
Displaying good humour at right moment
or an intellectual comment,
never to lament ,
but turns gracious,
glorious , gorgeous
to entertain ,
simultaneous has great effect
to soothe pain.
Blades of reality have sharp notions
to cut impulsive emotions.
Precise humour to deliver
acts as right pain - remover..
Good humour to express
any time, more or less
in compassionate style
will manifest exact profile
of the human being
to help in real healing.
Good Humour is perfect mind -freshener
with exact effect on Good Listener.
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Someone recently chided
Twisting what seem like serious events
Into silliness quite one sided
That's why I'm here to lighten things up
Adding sunshine to the Soup
From the great responses coming my way
You seem like a happier group
It's a real tough job but someone's gotta do it
To counter the doom and gloom
That permeates the airways every day
Whisking them away with my broom
A broom of happiness, of very good cheer
Coz life's a very short trip
Just live, love, and laugh at the world
With a happy-go-lucky skip
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Had it since I was a young'un
Now decrepit but still chuckling away
Every day is for funnin'
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dedicated to Shadow Hamilton
A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance
to your steps, as you walk the tightrope of life.
Quote By William Arthur Ward
We were young and filled with responsibilities
new to town, married and in our early twenties
My husband needed surgery and I didn't drive
with two small kids I had to find a way to jive
When I got to the hospital I bought him a souvenir
one big fury ape with a grin that said, "I'm here! "
He wasn't in bed so I put the ape in bed instead
a nurse came in, she almost fell over with dread
He came out of the washroom and found it there
when it comes to humor we make quite a pair
He soon recovered and the ape came live with us
I took driving lessons, now I don't take the bus
This is a true story of how I used humor to cope
years have come and gone still I climb the slope
Using humor in a crisis can surely help my dear,
it can ease the soul and help you when you fear.
H=Humour and smiles make for a happy day for everyone.
U=Under hurt or pain, add humour so it will melt fast away.
M=Many need a joke or two so their face can wear a smile.
O=Our life is happier with lots of humour in it.
U=Unless we have humour in the world, we will be sad.
R=Read this again to see what to do for a happy life.
Seen on a dirty unwashed white van today
Something that which did make me LoL
Right up my street
My kind of sense of humour
Someone had wrote this classic piece of finger art on the back
And on this his van was not written
Wash me
But rather appropriately
Also comes in White
Which tickled my funny bone no end
I almost fell off my bike
Because i have a childishly sense of humour
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Someone recently chided
Twisting what seem like serious events
Into silliness quite one sided
That's why I'm here to lighten things up
Adding sunshine to the group
From the great responses coming my way
It seems everyone's happy as poop
It's a real tough job but someone's gotta do it
To counter the doom and gloom
That permeates the airways every day
Whisking them away with my broom
A broom of happiness of very good cheer
Coz life's a very short trip
Just live love and laugh at the world
With a happy-go-lucky skip
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Had it since I was a young'un
Now decrepit but still chuckling away
Every day is for funnin'