Funny Bio Poems | Examples

These Funny Bio poems are examples of Bio poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Bio Funny poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberWhat Happened to the Funny Man

     
               What happened to the funny man
                  that insecure comedian

               O, not done, he carries on
                  transcendent verse, his latest con


Premium MemberAlways Blooming

Chetta is the nom de plume
of a brassy, classy, sassy, and a little bit trashy
sister of the summer sun,
she's a lover of sugar and spice and everything nice;
feels sunny, funny, and a little poetic,
but fears the wrong word, the wrong rhyme and the typo;
her dream is to see the world in peace, children in laughter, 
          and all the people in love with each other~
Chetta lives in the city of wonder in the state of creation 
where she always knows the Achara is blooming...
...then will be delighted to see the lights of eternity, and the daughters she imagined awaiting her in heaven.

Premium MemberTHE STORY OF LEAPING LIZARD THE HIGH-JUMPING TRACK STAR-

Leaping Lizard™ was
 a frog that jump the high hurdles

while Paul Pollywog™  swims and wiggles
 ...can't run nor jump cuz' got no legs
 to jump with he juz spits, sips and giggles...

12/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©

Premium MemberMy Contest Bio

Maurice. Intense, passionate, funny, shy. Brother of  Rene, Marcelle and Charles. Lover of  my two daughters, all life especially simple folk and anything or anyone that hurts, women and nature equally. Who feels  all pains, all joys, butterflies in my tummy. Who fears unbending authority, any harm coming to my daughters, corrupt world leaders (any level of corruption regardless how minute). Who would like to see Casablanca in the sunlight, Paris in the moonlight, Prague anytime of the day. Resident of Planet Earth where I was created before there were any borders my small piece is contained on a place called The Greater Toronto Area, Ontario,Canada. Yvonne.
14~10~2014

Premium MemberMeet Bg

Barbara Jean Funny, friendly, bashful and sometimes bone-headed Little sister of Dr. Daniel Merrill Lover of the written word, my grandchildren and the natural world I feel wonder at new life, love for my friends, and confusion with math Afraid for the environment, abused women and children, and afraid of snakes I would like to see Machu Picchu, my mothers's face once more and The Giants win the World Series Resident of Vacaville, Ca Gorelick
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Premium MemberJoe Willie Namath

"Joe Willie Namath" Joe Willie Namath Super Bowl famous shaved his football legs to sell pantyhose wore white mink coat on sidelines for camera pose. Broadway Joe Willie drinking booze made him silly on ESPN ..Suzie refused to be kissed captured on sports video fans booed and hissed. *For P.D.'S Clerihew Contest.

Premium MemberMy Life These Days

Leonora I am a loyal, loving, caring and responsible friend and sister The only daughter of my loving parents , Manuela and deceased father Leonilo Lover of poetry, arts (portraits and painting) and playing piano Who feels alone, exhausted and so bored Who fears loss of love, loss of life and snake is the most Who would like to see different countries, future kids and great poets on poetry soup A proud resident of Candon which is not a boarder of Canada and London Galinta
written: Oct. 1,2012 First Place Contest: Life These Days Poem Judged: Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberLife These Days-Bio

Barbara Funny, empathetic, introspective and shy Daughter of Dick and Mollie Lover of babies, music and ice cream Saddened by abuse, disabilities and hunger Afraid of snakes, porta- potties and a lingering death Would love to see Paris, Rebirth of a strong America and my parents once more Live in the Golden State, California Gorelick

Premium MemberFree To Be Me

There was a naughty girl.
And a naughty girl was she.
For nothing would she do
but try to stop the sea.

She’d push it with her hands.
She’d stomp it with her feet.
She scream down the pulling moon.
Kick sand castles in retreat.

The was a naughty girl.
Who railed at her mother.
Often this feisty pipsqueak
would even pop her brother.

She’d take the teachers all to task.
She’d give the priest a sermon.
She’d back the bullies down the street.
They’d see who would be learnin’

It seems, she wasn’t naughty.
It seems, she was just free,
free in all the broadest sense
is what she wished to be!

Premium MemberPocket Money Day

Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.

Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.

Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.

Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.

Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that th time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.

Premium MemberThe Hack

Into
The thicket 'midst
Carpets of blue bell hue-
Hoping the horse didn't loose
A shoe.

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