Funny Father Poems | Examples
These Funny Father poems are examples of Father poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Father Funny poems written by international poets.
Passionate:
Fiery passion burns,
Within her free spirit borne;
Lovely flaming heart.
Pity the fool locking gaze,
Cinder left - her path ablaze.
Beautiful:
Striking beauty she,
Always lovely with to be;
Her frolicking soul.
Laughter follows ev'ry move,
Dancing - eating all her food.
Wise:
Old wisdom resides,
A lady young with blue eyes;
Discerning what's true.
Not so gentle insight to,
Those in need of tough love - truth.
My poems are tops
says Pops
Read me one
begs his son
OK, Here we go
Hear it flow…
#1
Roses are red
violets are blue
Some girls can kiss
Your two lips are dead
#2
Over the river and through the wood
to grandmother’s house we go
Poor old woman, lyin’ in bed
Hey – Why’s she wearin’ a hood?
#3
Joe and Jill Biden went up Capitol Hill
Joe fell down
broke his crown
And Jill ignored him ever after
#4
I warned you
overripe fruit makes you toot
Happy trails to you
until your diarrhea’s through…
OK, son.
I’m all done
Thanks, Pops.
That sure was fun
You can see it in our faces,
by the looks in our eyes.
There's no way I am the father.
They who said it told you lies.
You can tell by our behavior
that our blood is not the same.
There is nothing yet convincing
spare the fact we share a name.
I am just the one who raised him,
used to tuck him into bed.
I'm the one who continued working
to make sure my son was fed.
The one to whom this boy was crying.
I would teach him to be strong.
The one on whom he was relying
without his father all along.
I'm the one who gave him money
and I taught him how to spend.
Despite it all, you know what's funny?
He was succesful in the end.
I'm the one who paid attention
to his desires and his needs.
This I say with apprehension
but don't expect you to agree.
I'm just the man who taught him values,
principles to get him by.
I taught him how to read the Bible
for more instruction he applies.
I was overjoyed to watch him
measure up to be a man.
No, I couldn't be his father.
I am just the one who showed him
that I truly can.
Chanté Walker
November 22, 2024
Daddy was a Gypsy…..we roamed from town to town
Sometimes a little tipsy….but he had to wash it down
Never stay too long…always have a song…to sing
Mama followed Daddy…they loved each other so
After copulating… there were four of us to show
When people saw us coming…doors were open wide
When we were going….everybody cried
Cause we brought happiness…always a new quest
Daddy was a Gypsy
And we follow where he leads.
Vs1
Living the life of a gypsy
We didn't have much to our name
But daddy always told us
We should never be ashamed
Mama said our riches
Were different than the rest
We were rich in love
And rich in happiness
Chorus*
Vs2
Well we never met a stranger
Always had one along
All of them would tell us
Our family s so strong
I may not've known then
But the thing that i now know
Mama was our heart
And daddy is our soul
Chorus*
Setting: A parlor with money hanging on a wall becomes the topic.
Characters:
Teen, short boy like to talk down on adult's
Woman, passion for hanging money
Dialogue:
Teen: You've not been in this part of the house, huh?
Woman: I'm not nosey or bottled-up--up on the daily's!
Teen: Nonsense, silly-willy. Yes-no-not you who me?
Woman: Never in a day it'd be you, can't fathom it, aw!
Woman: OMgosh! That cannot be money, on your wall?
Teen: Of course not, it's where we hang funny money.
Woman: Your family, with that money, oh, you go too far.
Teen: Okay, it is the real McCoy, kinda bit like you doll!
Woman: You lie! Me a doll? Really, Money like legal tender?
Teen: A flat board with a couple of cherries on top, hehe!
Woman: Money will paint me up. I'm a real dish-o-licious!
THE KING IS GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
For the rest of my life, you will never be forgotten
Every day I will think of you again and again
My love for you will always be
And that will always be a guarantee
I know with all the love in my heart
Our hearts will never stop and being apart
Your heart will always shine
And our love for each other will never fall behind
Whatever the future brings
I know all of my tears will disappear
I will always remember your big smile
It always fits your perfect style
In your very short time
I feel you were a big legend to our family
And especially me
Your life was cut so very short
For all of us in our lives, this was our biggest lost
There were always funny things you would say
It seemed like it was every day
You will always be in my heart where you will stay
Today and every day
We still have fantastic memories
Which our hearts will never heal
The king is gone
But in our hearts will never be forgotten
Son, don't stand there with that cold stare and judge me
When I twist the cap and pour a glass and tilt my head gently
Just know that I'm in search of a little relief and peace of mind
Unfortunately, this world is a place where peace is sometimes hard to find
No excuses! But life has a peculiar way of happening in all sorts of ways
It's going to test you, tempt you, beat you, and humble you all of your days
So bolster yourself by getting to know the most high
'Cause as you move along, you gon' see and feel some unpleasant things, I ain't gon' lie
But there are so many beautiful things too, like you
So always be authentic, treat people right and be true
I stayed away from the funny cigarettes, pills, powder, and needles
I'm not proud of my lil' nip and I pray to the most high you never do any of it as you take your turn at some of life's riddles
So, son, don't stare at me with disdain when you see me take a lil' nip.
Just know that I'll be back but for now, I'm taking a quick lil' trip
'66 Buick Station Wagon back gate door open
boys toss school stuff lay down in back fixes booked pillows
older bro latch down the back gate shut
girls all in a row in the back seat shuts back doors
engine starts and stops, and again, third times not a charm--mumbles mom
Dad "It's not about who's right, but it's about who's left."
Dada's gone under the hood, he can't hear mom
Mom's shuffling papers, mumbling
Dads back, good engine started, idling time
Mom "The kids new school papers says 'Emergency Contact',
should I put my mom's name?"
Dad, "Put the doctor's name, what can your mom do?"
Me, "Oh-oh, mom called out my name"
Oh geesh, she included my middle name, "What I do?" "Blah, blah blah ..."
Sigh, idling stopped, cars in motion
Dad, "Now to make more $."
Mom, "I thought we didn't have any $ problems?"
Dad, "We don't have $ problems, we've enough $ to last for a lifetime.
That should be about 4 o'clock this afternoon."
Dad's quiet--not mom.
“Don’t you look nice!”, the waitress said
she left to get our ordered bread
as his black coffee cooled
he said, “You’ve got her fooled,”
and I went home and hid my head
My Daddy is a legion in his own right,
It all stems from an ugly fight.
His name is Curtis Town,
Everyone knows he does not mess around.
He and his date danced and drank the night away.
At midnight they left without further delay.
As they exited the dance hall,
This is what those who were there recall.
Darin, the sheriff ambushed Curtis on his way out,
The crowd started to cheer and shout.
The sheriff got the upper hand,
Grabbing Curtis by the hair, but it didn’t go as planned.
Curtis grabbed the sheriff and bit down on his cheek,
As he bared down like a lion, those around began to freak.
If told in its entirety,
He bit the sheriff, but did not bite the deputy.
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
My Granddad's Father Christmas
My granddad’s Father Christmas.
I’ve known since, as a waif,
I heard his Father Christmas voice
That deep and rumbling friendly noise.
It kept me warm and safe.
My granddad’s Father Christmas.
He’s big and soft and loving.
And when I’m sad – a bit upset
His silly jokes make me forget,
Then I’m afraid of nothing.
My granddad’s Father Christmas.
The beard gives it away.
It covers up his face by half
But cannot hide that booming laugh
That resonates all day.
My granddad’s Father Christmas.
When he comes round it’s funny.
His tricks and rhymes and gifts are magic
(Although his singing’s rather tragic)
He turns a dull day sunny.
My granddad’s Father Christmas.
Though what do people see?
An ageing man with bulging gut.
To you he’s nothing special but
He’s Santa Claus to me.
It is not once or twice I lack
The words to describe the indescribables
The ink to write the numerous stories
Of how he came and went and came back
To mend the hearts he had tone apart
To console the souls he had tattooed with wounds
To mop the ocean of the tears he caused us
And hold us in his slender thighs
Put our heads on his chest and let us feel his heartbeat
The heartbeat of sorrows and regret
The heartbeat of repentance seeking for forgiveness
And I could feel his warm breath dumping my forehead
Reminding me of the love he once had for us
Of the ear to ear laughter he caused by his funny jokes and comments
This particular day revenge was the best
But I couldn't do it anymore
Upon seeing the tears forming artistic number eleven on his chubby cheeks
Upon remembering that this is the man who gave my mum the best sperm
I couldn't hold the grudge anymore
Because if he asked me to pay whatever good he had done for me,
I can't give him the exact sperm he gave
Yes,he is my father and whenever he seeks for forgiveness,he has it!
John Lenda (Poetic World,2022)
A sudden rain
cloaked the rail path
Lightning strikes were furious
Thunder storms drum big
Windows drenched in rain
Unable to see the scenes
Uncertain about the future
As we were trapped inside
Dreading the journey,
Holding my dad's fingers
I closed my eyes;
Leaning on his arms
Lamenting the harms
Frightened me, cried
To wipe out my tears,
he made me hear
his childhood memories
and funny stories
To obliterate my fear,
he enunciated his, failed cracks
and success tracks
"Beleive in the driver
and relish the journey"
He boldly advised
By sharing his life's journey
He made that messy journey
The memorable one
The stories I heard on that ride
could be correlated with all the current
and future circumstances
The lesson I assimilated
Is my guiding light
Even after the halt of the train
The words he uttered
resonated deeply inside
and still resonating
even after his demise
and will keep on resonating
throughout my life
Happy Father's day
Frasier Crane
had a hyperactive brain
loved all things suave and debonair
but not a fan of his dad's armchair
Martin Crane
got by with his dog and cane
was a beer and burger scholar
who knew the value of a dollar
10/06/21
from the sitcom 'Fraiser'