Funny Class Poems | Examples
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Sophistication…
Epicurean Delight…
~ Chicago hotdog
my friend cannot spell it is true
and was stuck on the word iq
when teacher did shout
before passing out
my library books overdue.
Amazing how the pearls are flung
Before the swine these days, and I
Can hardly understand any
Decision to do so by otherwise
Enterprising individuals.
Funny how the swine devour the
Gifts of insincere folks who cast
Handfuls of nuggets their way
Ingratiating them, while
Judging them unfit or unworthy,
Keeping them in the pigsty
Languishing, denying them upward
Mobility and almost
Never allowing them to fling
Open their gates and
Put their feet on earth’s upper crust.
Quite honestly,
Riches and fame and eventual
Success are denied the swine
Too often,
Until measuring their worth in
Various cuts of meat,
While standing before the butcher’s
X-rated slabs of raw cuts
Yes, waiting to be sold like pieces of
Zombies, dead and slowly rotting.
Written June 30, 2021
she was always a class act
she died at 100
wearing adult diapers
from PPrada
with two Ps
A spanking new fourth grade boy in
the most rigid fourth-grade teacher’s class
introduced himself in this way
“I am a magician. I hypnotize my parents nightly.
They do what I want, when I want, per my instructions.”
Two girls giggled.
“You will be turned into frogs later,” he assured them.
The teacher started to say something but it came out as a croak.
I was registered in a
watercolor art class
it was going to be fun
and inspiring
to learn the basics
and experiment
at home
so when I created
my masterpiece
worth any Picasso
I was so proud
I had to bring it
to my next class ~
imagine my surprise
when the instructor
let out a screech
"that’s not what we learned’
I almost laughed at her
but just quietly sat down
for what would be
my very last amateur hour
AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2022
He's the class clown, full of hijinks and pranks,
Puts tacks on your seat, swallows fish from the tank.
He's full of you-know-what and vinegar, energy galore,
Will he act goofy today? -- Does a hungry lion roar?...
...Back at home, he trudges slowly through the side door,
A frown and fret on his heart, like a festering sore,
His mind a dark cavern, not a thing to live for.
He takes off his mask, the transition's complete,
'Cuz you can't be a clown when life's got you beat.
So your having a showdown
a little rhymers delight.
Well that's something I've been doing here
for half of my darn life.
Haven't been around in a while
thought my rhyming days were through.
But I stopped on by to check the contests,
and maybe read a poem or two.
Now some people say
that rhyming poetry sucks.
But now between you and me
I think they all are just nuts.
They can keep all their fancy words
and stick them up their a--.
You and me and some others round here
still think rhyming has some class.
Dan Kearley :o)
4-5-18