Dimwitted Poems | Examples

A Tale of Buffoonery

Have you seen a better fool like me?
A dimwitted dreary buffoon like me?
Buffoonery has its limits, ridiculous,
But for me it's monotonous.
I never change,
I'm always the same, It's such a shallow shame!
Yes, I am the one to blame.

I see politeness wearing
A fancy pair of friendship earrings.
Who does that? An acrobat, a bubbly brat!
Who thinks that a polite chat
Is a friendship, this and that.
Then when people change
And they cut me out of their range,
I feel sadly strange.

When am I going to learn
And stop feeling the burn,
Stop making politeness turn
Into a glib friendship that's not even worth an earn.

Buffoon's bubbly balloon
Should be popped,
Buffoon should be stopped.

I am an open book,
Oops, a buffoon brook,
It's time for a new look,
And get myself off the hook.

Man's Best Friend, Really?

Humans are not like us
They are very hard to teach
We show them what we can
If it's within our reach

Some are quite cruel to us
They haven't yet evolved
If they could communicate
The problem would be solved

They seem a trifle dimwitted
Their language is complex
We learn what we can from them
But they don't pass the test

They don't seem to see it
Our language is not that hard
Instead, they enslave us
and put us in the yard

We care too deeply for them
I don't know to what end
Destroying our environment
They never seem to bend

They chain, beat, and torture us
and some are left to starve
They keep us locked in cages
Our home is a backyard

We once were free to roam the earth
The past where we once thrived
But now they maim and neuter us
Our offspring euthanized

When we meet our maker  
of creatures far and wide
Our part ensured in heaven
Their downfall is their pride

Our lot was given the die-cast
and we must persevere
The humans remain clueless
That is our biggest fear

Their future's still in question
with their ears that do not hear
If they can't learn to listen 
to the bond we hold so dear

Quick Pick

Mundane dimwitted dull full of bull and peda-s/tooled!

Getting the Gist

The dimwitted Jonathan Twist
Had much trouble getting the gist
He faltered in bed,
Confused in his head
She gave him a slap on the wrist.


written July 13, 2021

The Feast of Fools: a Pandemic Danse Macabre

“Eat, drink, and be merry,”
the cry goes out,
as the party ensues.
Unsteady bodies, alcohol impeded
joints and limbs, numbed
commonsense, as they
dance, fornicate, and drink,
unknowing or ignoring
the Black Spectre of Death
who peers at these simpletons
through its beaked-face mask, 
patiently awaiting the moment
its sharpened blade makes 
its downward journey
upon the necks of the partying.

One would think,
armed with historical fact,
the simpletons of today
would have learned
from the deaths of close
to four hundred million
human lives, who chose
to dance in drunken abandon 
beneath the blade of the 
Beaked-faced, Middle Age demon.
Stupidity, as infectious as the plague, 
the one human constant
throughout the ages, 
dooming the dimwitted 
to foolishly dare pandemic demons
to strike them down. 
Brazen stupidity will not
save them from fact.
The grim Beak-faced Spectre
grins at their challenge
sharpens its ax,
… and strikes.

Too Busy Ranting

How do I drown out
The dimwitted stupidity
Of your foolhardy rants
The halfwitted folly of your absurdity
The madness of your lunacy
Who in heaven’s name
Do you think you’re fooling
You’re so generous with disparaging remarks
What have you ever accomplished
How dare you pretend to sit up on a throne
While having the audacity to dismantle
To nitpick what others have achieved

Only losers don’t accomplish a thing
Because they’re too busy ranting

Don’t you know
Grownups 
Don’t do that
Please
It’s not too late
Grow up, kiddo



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Dredging Trump and Hedging

Dredging Trump and Hedging

For things about Trump did start dredging;
As usual his supporters had been hedging;
Is dimwitted;
Be committed;
Always doing bad things are all allegedly.

Jim Horn

About Trump Admitted

About Trump Admitted

About Trump we have often admitted,
To insane asylum should be committed;
Each sight after sight;
All day through night;
Due to being disturbed and dimwitted.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Dimwitted Attempts

dimwitted attempts 
at subtle persuasion 
failed attempts at 
re-gaining what has 
been lost with no success
what so ever 
given up hope 
given up dreams 
given up desires 
left with bitter taste 
left with bitterness
left with down heartedness 
as a result of time well wasted 
as a result of time unproductively spent 
now left with memories wished to be 
wiped from memory

Allez Hop

Alley Oop and a girl name Ooolah
danced the wigglin’ wooly-boolah
Doc Wonmug was called
Oscar Boom just stalled
Told Doc, “Ooolah’ll get by with a doula”

‘Cause Doc was a time travelin’ nut
With a full fuzzy beard and bare butt
(so we are told)
Hey, he was old!
—Couldn’t trust him to deliver a mutt

Oscar and the doula got by
Alley Oop watched on with a sigh
out came a cave man kid
with a slip, slide and skid
which Queen Umpateedle caught on the fly

King Guzzle said, “This is so cool!”
Grand Wizer said, “Send ‘im to skool!”
but old rhyming Foozy
just made up a doozy
about Dinny, the dimwitted fool

So things are just ducky in Moo
I hope things are ducky for you
if not, read the funnies
or POtree soup punnies
and smile!  —whatever you do

Mass Hysteria Horn Limerick

Mass Hysteria Horn Limerick

Mass hysteria might be miniscule
Unless like Trump you are a fool
Not knowing what he wants to do
Being dimwitted one of the few
Has hard time maintaining cool.

Sure sounds like Trump to me.

Jim Horn

Beasts of No Nation

Beasts of No Nation

Bearers on rotten Fruit
loaded and lead
Pronounced DeaD
Incandescent Innocence
generations lost to wilderness
gloom bright no more
beast in packs attact
feed in fact ~
 a Nations greed adore
though they Howl Growl

tear into structures 
communities RoaR louds
The leaders lead The followers follow
bow too ambitions

 GrEEd rings hollow
         SCREAMs
“GRAB  WAT YOU CAN FOOls!!!!”
tools indoctrinated insane
set up like Ducks in a Row
cops 5 Oh PoPo
populous protection down-low
Incandescent Innocence 
transcends but blinks out its 
luminous

Beasts packs the dimwitted
 dark shrouds theirs eyes
with N~ away we are lost
nobody answers
 the 
calls
the devil rings..............
IT’s
 Midnite 
       sea 2/6/16.
Charles SeaBe Banks·Saturday, February 6, 2016

Plenty of Fish

There are plenty
of fish in the sea.
Just none for me.
I wish they could
hook with their
mind's eye, not
just want to spy
the outside of me.

There are plenty
of fish in the sea.
Dimwitted, dull,
with thick skulls.
I'm drowning,I
cannot breathe.
Direct me to a site
for decent humans

Please....

Life On Mars

If there is life on Mars they won't want us.
That's because we're so corrupt.
Even mice on Mars would have more sense
than we on Earth who are so dense.

If they see us coming, they'll get their guns.
Blast us to pieces, have their fun.
No planet would accept we silly fools.
After decimating, desecrating, leaving pools

of blood and bodies on our wasted land.
Earth's survival did not go to plan.
Move over Mars, we're wading in,
to pillage, plunder and commit sin

against all living things that breathe.
That may support us, if you please.
So dumb and dimwitted earthlings be
They eat you whole, just for their tea.

Put up a STOP sign, warn them well.
Then empty all your nuclear shells.
If there's life on Mars, they won't want to die.
So, so long earthlings...adieu...goodbye.

Ireland's Fight

The World is at war
There is a powerful decree
Anyone that fights for the Irish must take up arms or flee
Whispers of the kills broadly paints the enemies wall
Thy fellow neighbor that attempts to ignore the call;
Shackled, beaten till nothing is left at all
Follow the trail inlaid with clovers
The path to freedom is fair
Follow the stains of blood seeping in the ground
And to the deepest Isle of the British you will revere
Kings rose up from the ashes to shout ignorant demands
Those that are too dimwitted follow: and the Noble refuse to stand
The price for freedom stands at the gate
The few brave enough to fight anguishly await their fate
“For Ireland” They cry, falling to their knees to praise the Saint
Swords clash as the enemy broadly rides in
A flick of the sword and a flock of men
Fighting for something they cannot win
Bodies litter the ground, the pride frozen on the face of a fallen fight
And in the deepest shadows a babe’s lone cry splits the night

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