Hilarious Class Poems | Examples
These Hilarious Class poems are examples of Class poems about Hilarious. These are the best examples of Class Hilarious poems written by international poets.
- Girl, girl, please one
piece of bread...!
- Bread, hello, I don't have ... i have caviar
sturgeon... !
- Gee, girl, you don't have to swear, I just
asked for bread ..- sturgeon ... it's your mother ...
Ellipse, evolute, vertex and curve,
Humdrum circle or ricochet swerve
Astroids or cusps, arcs or sectors;
What have those got to do with vectors?
Curvature, cone, Cartesian plane…
Oval, deltoid… what’s in a name?
Geoid oscillation, pedal, radial, rose…
What on earth do I know of those?
Hypocycloid, cruciform, Sierpinski carpet…
Inverse tangent or Apollonian gasket?
Snowflake, hypercube, space-time dimension
Pressured, gauged, or under tension?
Trammel of Archimedes, planes, rotations –
Congruence, right angles, equivalence relation;
Conchoid curve, Orthoptic, Lemoine hexagon,
Triangle, star or good old pentagon.
Crescent, rhombus, magatama, square,
Caustic curves, salinon, ying-yang or sphere!
About whichever’s the shape that you talk,
Basically, it’s taking a line for a walk!
One time I hired a monkey
He took notes for me in every class
I would just be sittin’ there
My mind a happy blank
Well my monkey, kept busy
Scribbling on little paper pieces
At the end of the fourth week
Teacher succinctly said,
“Now class, using all your notes
I want you to write a long report.”
So this is what I then penned
“Hello, my name Bingo!
I like to climb on tall things!
Can I have a gooey banana?
Eek Eek!” How’d I get an F!
I told mom about it,
The teacher liked him better!
Why’d the monkey make an A?
She said “My bad, I never told you!
Never trust a monkey!”
Okay, time for a chuckle and have I got a good one
Wife Cathie, VP son Scottie and I went to a garage sale on Saturday
Along with our golden retriever Annie
I was in charge of making sure I had a good hold of her leash
Annie behaved really well, dropping little treasure on a few lawns
Scottie dutifully picked them up and placed them in a little green bag
Neatly tied the end and placed it in his pocket
Bought a couple of gadgets for a song and continued on home
Then it was off to the signing for his new car
Followed by a celebratory meal in a classy restaurant
Finally back home exhausted, we each had a wee nappy-poo
Upon waking, my sharp-as-a-tack son put his hand in his pocket
And broke into an uncontrollable fit of laughter
There, neatly wrapped was that little green poop bag
Which he had neatly tucked away through all of the day's events
The signing, the restaurant, the wee nappy-poo!!!
We were totally convulsed with uncontrollable laughter
For a good half hour or more... a real class act eh! LOL
I own a big fat cat-
The fattest for miles around.
Wherever there's lots of food,
that's where he'll be found.
He's really good at eating.
It's a talent, I suppose.
I'm sure if he keeps at it
He'd win the talent shows.
I own a big fat cat-
He weighs at least a ton
He couldn't run to save his life
Yes, he isn't much fun
His favourite room's the kitchen,
(I'm sure we all know why).
He eats just about everything,
So that's why with a sigh...
I'd like to tell you teacher,
I'd like to tell you straight,
I might have "accidentally" dropped
My homework in his plate.
Baby I want a piece of that Pi
because your curves are unending.
Stop trying to divide our love
and stop pretending.
Don’t even try to square root us two
because that’s just irrational.
My heart burns from my stomach acid
the pH level must be 10
but you are no where near basic,
just face it.
I just want your love
and we can even use your favorite flavored glove.
Baby we are just equations in this universe
Sadly, nothing can compare how much we are diverse.
I’ve tried to come to the light,
but I always end up end in a fight.
You make me feel bad
and I just love the way you make me feel so glad
So what is the equation for us?
If I was Einstein and a little nuts,
I would spend eternity looking until my spirit is finally crushed.
March 9th 2016
-Shane Pillay
Considered to Be a Class B Poem
or a Spaghetti Western One
Before becoming and ending up being broke, Of genius and luck body had a big stroke, But what had been unbeknownst to me, Was a “B” Poem it turned out to be. Was written poorly after hearing a beckon call; If it went down river and fell over a water fall; Landed on rocks below and became broken hearted, Maybe it should be returned from where it first started. My poem, to me was cute and clever; Will write one like it again, no not ever; Even Poetry Revisited said after further review: Much more about nothing, was found to be further ado. When you have read my poem through and through, Be young at heart so dreams can come true, Although I am articulate and also adroit, My poems people personally are still trying to exploit.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Need all of your help. This is my poem to be read at this coming
Sunday's Poetry Revisited get together. Would appreciate all of
your comments as well as criticism regarding all of my witticism.