Funny Brother Poems | Examples
These Funny Brother poems are examples of Brother poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Brother Funny poems written by international poets.
Peace equal harmony
they are a dichotomy
Scene not by my brother
but it's seen by his other
To me such a humdrum
him being a conundrum
Go I to the priest
who simply insist
To pray, ask the divine
to bring back his mind
I prayed brother to be fine
just then he gave this sign
He said brother you're funny
much like, that Easter Bunny
There's no PIECE in harmony
so did that solve my mystery
Me being funny
No not a bunny
Notwithstanding a puzzle and a riddle
for I am a cat, my brother's my fiddle
Stretched out,
On a daycare cot.
Told to take a nap,
Didn't want to!
A lot!
I might miss something,
So didn't make a peep.
Closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.
Waited until they were gone,
Snuck out across the lawn.
Knew where my brother had gone.
Up the stairs,
Into his room,
The teacher was talking about the moon.
Slid underneath his desk,
His legs hid me from the rest!
Stayed there until I had to pee,
Thats what gave me away.
But I didn't take a nap today!
The night was deep I could not sleep
The body was hot and so were my clothes
With my mind in a whirl, I stretched out my foot, when I felt a hand curl
Over it.
Every hair on my body began to rise, so did my eyes
In reflex I pulled my leg back inside, my heart pounding I nearly died
With fright.
Mind racing, what should I do? Then the mattress from underneath moved too.
My body stiffened as it pushed up, then down
I felt a swelling in my throat and a scream tore from me into the dark.
Simultaneously I threw the covers back, tumbled and fell into the black
Then the laughing began, low and growling, my head was spinning
I slammed into the door, then a body slid out from the floor
And my kid brother was led there grinning.
athletic type at the front
wings of a splash, quite a slap
it’s a bother to breathe, but
he might catch a fish
I had a girlfriend named Shirley
Who was funny in every way
Her sense of humor delightful
Each and every otherwise solemn day
We gravitated toward each other
In a marching band did play
She had a crush on my brother
So I had to kindly say
He’s a weirdo, truly creepy.
You can do better, he’s not the best.
To which Shirley said with feeling
I think surely you must jest.
They ended up together
Shirley and the brother of mine
They had six little munchkins
Who make me laugh all the time.
IF I WERE YOUR BROTHER
If I were your brother
And you ate my candy
I may tell Mom, don't have another
'Cause little brothers ain't so dandy
But having you around ain't so bad
And I guess it could be said
That I would be really sad
I may have a sister instead
If I had to choose which one
I know which one it would be
I'd choose you, 'cause we have fun
Since girls ain't any fun, you see
Don't eat my candy, it ain't real funny
I just might break your favorite toy
It cost me my allowance money
So watch yourself, little boy
And if you want some candy, ask me
And I'll be more than glad to share
But don't just take what you see
And leave my candy bag bare
25 October 2019
For the contest sponsored by Bobby May
Inspired by Real Life Brother Billy, My Halloween Candy Thief
Every year when it is sweet Halloween time,
my selfish big brother commits the same crime -
he quick gobbles his candy and then steals mine!
I can't tell cause my parents will say I whine
so, this Halloween my mean brother, Bobby,
will feel regret and correct his theft hobby.
Tonight, this sis is a sinister zombie
who will see Bro turn squatty, potty sorry!
I foil wrapped sweets he favs as delicious –
he will soon steal Exlax-styled Hershey kisses.
By the time naughty Bobby grows suspicious
his guts will have already turned most vicious!
Brother
Funny Extravagant
Drawing Acting Painting
Outdoors Malls Spa Broadway
Sewing Shopping Singing
Sarcastic Dramatic
Sister
Date: 05/27/2019
My brother with happiest grin
Certain he was going to win
2D fighting game
That ended in shame
For his controller wasn’t plugged in
I accidentally let one loose
while standing by a fire;
marshmallows burst in my wind;
the flames grew ever higher;
Jan fell bank into the cooler,
as ice poured down her collar;
Mikey wailed, just three years old,
and stomped his feet and hollard;
the loons on the lake stopped their song,
as the frogs all gasped for air;
the fireflies fell, one by one,
as the fish ate up their share;
the dragonflies rolled their eyes
and flew away to the moon,
as the cinders from the campfire rose
and yet spelled out their doom.
july 11 2018
Brother for sale.
I'll deliver him too.
I can send in the mail,
Wrapped in yellow or blue.
He's water potty-trained now,
But that can change in a day.
He'll be bundled with Oreos,
So he can eat on the way.
I can mail him by truck, car, or plane.
He's coming with stuff, his favorite toy train.
He's coming character-recommended, highly by me.
He's a pretty good brother, who is almost three.
We need him back when you get him trained.
We simply cannot seem to get through to his little brain.
That when he has to poop, hiding is no good.
Please train him to use the potty with solids, if you could.
Then send him back, to his crazy, loving home.
And this shall be the end of this tiny poem.
I am 7 years old and have already learned a lot
as ...
"God's wife is called Godmother
She is the mother of all her grandchildren:
Noah, Jesus and Santa Claus "
This is my second year at school
"All children start with clean hands"
(laughter ......... :)
By the way
... do you know?
"Grandmothers have very big bra
They are so big that
I get the whole butt and two knees into one bowl
... the second my brother can use a cradle "
From the child's mouth :)
02.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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He was the eldest,
tall, handsome, all knowing
(by his own assessment).
He could roll a ‘guide and wheel’
all the way to school
without a stop. That wheel
kept rolling as if by magic.
He could shimmy up a tree
in search of wild grapes.
He could swim in deep water,
catch snakes for pets.
He could hunt squirrels with Dad,
shoot a 22 rifle.
He could milk a cow,
hitch a horse to the wagon.
He could zing you, square on,
with a dry corn cob.
He could run barefoot
through woods, creeks, fields,
and over dirt roads.
But he missed the rafter,
fell through to the floor below,
knocked himself out cold,
chasing his cat through the attic.
He hunted snakes, raided nests of snake babies, tied strings to their tails,
took them to school. Tucked inside his desk, baby snakes escaped,
slithered down, made their way across the schoolhouse floor and down
through a hole in the floor.
At recess, my brother could be found, crawling under the schoolhouse,
hunting for his snakes. Crazy brother, playing with snakes, chasing us
girls to hear us scream, hiding snakes in hollow stumps, securing their
prison with a board, weighted down with a rock.
Many years later, ironing his shirt in our basement family room, a yell,
“It’s a snake!” He’s taking the stairs, in doubles, to put distance between
himself and the snake, who had crawled in through the fireplace vent. It
was a harmless garden snake. We had the last laugh.
(and long brown stockings)
I detest these stockings,
they're coarse, brown and ugly.
I hate the garters more;
elastic circles that cut off
circulation and fail to halt
the laddering down my skinny legs.
If only . . . I picture myself
in warm jeans and no teasing
from Tommy Rogers.
I put the garters to better use,
roll the repulsive stockings
down around my ankles.
Tommy taunts,
"Who gave you
jointed toothpicks for legs?"
I lost it.
Now, Tommy has a black eye
and my nose is in the corner.