Funny Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples

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


Premium MemberNo Sex On Dates I Will Wait-

She says she doesn’t Doesn’t believe it Love is impossible Everyman she’s dated All minds were deflated All they want to do is bump and grind You can read between the lines You really know what I mean Sexual gratifications Never a vacation All they want to do is bump and grind You know what I mean She is more than just a object a sex toy She’s somebodies sister, daughter So in remission She awaits marriage Maybe one man will have the courage To do his husbandly duties on the honeymoon Cause nobody’s gitin any sugar in their Kool-Aid tonight Well praise God (Go sit on some ice boy and take a cold shower) 3/20/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©


Premium MemberThe Cross Over

My Dog 


Today is the day!
I give my dog away!
I wonder if he's sick or if he's too lazy to play and do tricks.
I called the vet, “$80 I cannot pay.”

My dog, my favorite pet,
He does not want to chase the cat.
I understand that he does not like to get wet.
But, how come today, he doesn't want to play fetch.
I tell him to roll over.
That he doesn't even want to do :- ( 
When I call my dog Rover,
He gives me the puppy face too.
Maybe he's over fed.
All he does is lay there in bed.
He’s not even wagging his tail!

My dog, my favorite pet,
He didn’t walk with me to get the mail.

Should I call the Dog Catcher?
And ask why my dog is playing dead?


by;pd & son

Premium MemberHalf-A-Life

.         Half-a-Life

Approaching the first sign of hell. 
An instrument of the baby tell.
I receive the blood in a Limbo womb .
An embryo conceived from a cell.
A set life waiting to bloom.
9 months to be stuck inside of a shell.
The first pain of labor revels my doom.
I exit  to another Half Life to roam and dwell.
I vanished all excitement  in the waiting room.
Abused in my first moment, just to here me yell.
My lungs full of life entering my second tomb.
Yelling my guts to an evil smell.
The smell of entering the Gates of Hell.

By:P.D.

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