Funny Fairy Poems | Examples
These Funny Fairy poems are examples of Fairy poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Fairy Funny poems written by international poets.
Pumpkins laugh under dark skies filled with bats
While ghosts seek to find delicious treats
And Halloweeners roam about in cute masks
Funny and frightening monsters chit-chat
About sweets and treats they would like to eat
But pumpkins laugh under dark skies, praised by cats
Neighbors try to stuff candy in big bags
They have gathered lots of colorful treats
While witches roam around in pointed black hats
Halloween Goblins sit on the doormat
Trick-or-Treaters in costumes do compete
As Pumpkins laugh under dark skies filled with bats
There are so many fairies to look at
And children all like to shout, "Trick or Treat!"
While merry Goblins run around with cute hats.
Halloween Pumpkins are cute to look at
With their big grinning faces that compete
With Pumpkins that light up the dark skies that hide cats
While Halloweeners go 'round with cute masks!
Cyberspace, my blue astral projector
I'm not seeking new friends to entertain
I dwell in a big celestial sector
Cradled in great cool mists and northern rain.
Yet, from funny dark galaxies above
Comes bright celestial advice, kind and wise.
The Oak Grove beckons those whom nature loves
To stretch their wings where faery nature flies.
A faery soars through Cosmos, fierce and free.
No longer bound by bedridden routine.
I journeyed back through past pink memories
And glimpsed my magic future, wide and keen.
A verdant woman, celestial and high,
Candle visions that light the morning sky.
by Russ Dodson (c) 1968. 2025
I've never had a unicorn
because I couldn't catch one
and I know no virgin maid
whom I could send to fetch one
Good luck, if you are searching for love on line
Love cannot be brought or sold, real love is found
Haphazardly. There is no pattern, no real bound
No formula, no history, no cup and no special line.
On the internet, one can find countless problems
And hazards. Love can be like a dream, an illusion
Few are blessed and lucky to find exceptional gems
Sparkling on the busy boulevard or on the horizon.
Love, on line, ain’t love. Puppy love is for amateurs
Romeo would have never gone on line searching for
Juliet. Old time lovers used to write romantic letters.
We know that it’s another time. There are beasts that roar
Even when they’re happy. Searching for love on the internet
Is like playing Russian roulette. This is a warning not a bet.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Slow and steady will make you a loser,
and the rabbit did kick that turtle’s ass.
Never work hard when you can play all day,
and true love is never going to last.
Perhaps the emperor had some new threads,
and the fox could be trusted all along.
The earth is smashed flat just like a pancake,
and there’s no difference in right and wrong.
True kindness is always a wasted thing,
good will never triumph over the bad.
Little Red Riding Hood made the best meal,
of any that big bad wolf ever had.
Playing fair will not get you anywhere,
and true love is never a splendid thing.
Three strikes mean that you can keep on swinging,
nobody cares what tomorrow might bring.
What if the sun don’t shine after a storm,
and the darkness never sees the dawn's light.
Each day is not a chance to start over,
and the stars don’t shine in the sky at night.
The sky did fall on Chicken Little’s head,
and the spoon never ran off with the plate.
We have world peace and there’s no more hunger,
and mankind hasn’t already met its fate.
In a story book, I got stuck
and couldn’t find a way to break free.
What a lousy day, just my luck!
Wondered why this happened to ME!
I looked for little Alice, she
wouldn't show me her window – dumbstruck!
Jack Horner, he could not believe
in a story book, I got stuck.
I looked all around and snuck
a brief word with the fairies three.
They tried to raise a pumpkin truck
and couldn’t find a way to break free.
With all my might and self-esprit
I began to huff, puff, and cluck.
What could I do stuck on page three?
What a lousy day, just my luck!
What a mess was this stinking muck.
Aha! I’d find Humpty Dumpty!
He was cracked, but not a schmuck.
Wondered why this happened to ME!
Humpty cheered when hearing my plea
He was looking to gain a buck.
No wallet, we two couldn’t agree,
so I am still running amuck
in a story book.
(Cinderella is the protagonist of the 1697 fairytale by Charles Perrault. The whimsical tale is later told in 1812 by the Grimm brothers.)
“Why, if it isn’t my dear Cinderella,
That twinkle in your eyes, still bright as your ballroom days,
In your smile I still see the sweetness of Nutella,
And in your glow some golden summer rays.”
“How do you do, old friend?
My schedule has been quite busy,
The chores of a princess seem to have no end,
Should I say of a prince’s wife, who often returns tipsy.”
“I must ask, with all due respect,
Why let a man who but found a slipper
Behave in a manner so incorrect,
Out all night favoring a stripper?”
“Oh, dear, you must know,
The man’s delight is but for a show”
“Cinderella, holder of a sunrise’s beauty,
Tell me why you refuse to see,
Why you remain so carelessly happy,
Treated with no sense of dignity?”
“I have reached my happily ever after,
And I do still get my daily dose of laughter.”
“I hope that someday soon,
You will fulfill your own fate,
You will sing your own proud tune,
And leave this pitiful pig of a date.”
THERE GOES THE LOOKING GLASS
Ae. Nelson
There goes the looking glass
It's shattered and yet serene
The queen's out of business
The dwarves look really mean
There's snowy and a mountain
Yet the ride was really long
The apple and the eye drops
Were in tears that said belong
The house was simply empty
With no wolf, no cubs and bare
With grandma in the oven and
The twin kids are always there
A garden has a no one all alone
The live and love was never distant
With crystal balls and constant calls
Always near and closer to a phone
A goose was gone by morning
And the eggs were in the fry
Yet gold and glean glistened
With an always simply in a try
Then the story turns to ashes
Yet a magic steals the shown
In a queen who saw a vision
Of just two or three to know
So a capture for the moment
Is in a picture that's not a tale
In a fable that was not so funny
In an ending of a happy or a well
Yet it's jack be quick who listens
With all the candles and no flame
Simply for the reason in a many
Yet really just two or three to name
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Corruption was pretty heavy
The wool market well controlled
Black sheep was a union contributor
That's the story, or so I am told
One bale was sent to the secretary
One bale, his wife on the side
It was better to grease the bosses palms
than see his business slide
One bale was sent to the delegate
The man who controlled the shop floor
His suppression on workers unrest and stuff
Allowed Blacks sales to soar
Money greases the wheels of Industry
William Hancock
24.Aug.2011
2227Z
The sandwich elf, the sandwich elf
Seduces you into eating his self
Turns to jelly
In your belly
Yet blows out whole
From your as*hole.
A speck
What the heck?
Tiny,
mini,
little
thing…
Master model of me like daughter,
Other than being a master, also the synonym of incredible,
The fairy which makes difficulty a silly thing,
Horrible becomes funny, when you stay with her,
Everything changes into miracle, also she brings the colours of joy,
Really a blockbuster lover and clever!
A gift for my mom on this Beautiful Mother's Day.
Miniature storm troopers have landed
On my hot pink knock out roses
In the forms of grasshoppers and toads.
Trampling them, and hurting their feelings.
Garden faeries are getting ready to form a protest rally.
Get out of my way!
Where did I put my Darth Vader Mask?
elfin faerie, what a doll.
Blueberry vine adorns a wall.
my mushroom dreams, here to stay
in verdant forest, far away.
faerie princess, you do excel
give your all, extremely well.
never a plot, rarely a ploy.
in dreams of little girl or boy.
sweet wind is flying, in the kell.
tingling prettily, silver bell,
branches tingling, in the flow.
elfin faerie, one to know
if she cannot help, no one can
she was born from promise land
press that tiny silver ball,
elfin faerie's doorbell, small.
so stand straight, and honest be.
mushroom dreams, for you and me.
elfin faerie, what a doll.
opens door, embraces all.
People all over the world search for truths;
They try to make sense of old mythology roots.
Some say elves and fairies are of the sun and the lesser light;
While others say they are day-trippers and bumps in the night.
Fairies are said to give fortune and fame;
mischievous angel-Like creatures that play games.
Rub a lamp and a genie will appear;
Granting one wishes to cure their fears.
Buddha gives prosperity if its belly is rubbed;
Like the geyser old faithful when it erupts.
If things like these are not so true;
Then antacids from The great Physician are for you;
The great physician, the one and only Lord who heals you!