Funny Flower Poems | Examples
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An Italian Orchid that is native to the Mediterranean,
a cluster of pink/purple blooms that resemble men,
each wearing a hat and has a funny face too,
they grow in sun-drenched meadow,
and they dance and in the breezes,
oh, such a rare and unique flower,
that also looks like a person . . .
.
woops
for mine fellowz
who edvard'z
knowz
lissp'siz
'er'z love'n
uh
shot
((owch))
eve
owch
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Some say "butterfly", some say "bee" -
it's the pollination Olympics from sea to sea.
I interviewed a flower, shy and demure -
"Which is the insect that you prefer?"
It turns out she wasn't so shy at all,
yapping like she was on sodium pentothal.
"A butterfly has such beautiful wings,
while a bee buzzes and sometimes stings,
and as far as I know, nobody has heard
of a butterfly ever saying a word.
A bee works hard and makes lots of honey,
but a butterfly looks better and his jokes are funny.
So, I married the bee, because he can provide,
but I love to see the butterfly on the side."
Lady out of roses of red,
this news hit him hard in the head.
Lilies of blue,
expensive hue,
more than expensive loaf of bread.
Throughout our lives, Dad and I have done many things together.
From coloring books to fishing, from wiffleball to hardball
To tune-ups on secondhand cars, casinos, and funerals.
In the parking lot after one particularly salty service:
Dad and I ended up holding a pair of funeral vases
The eulogist barked, "Don't forget to pour out the water".
Side by side and on cue,
Dad and I clownishly poured the flower water
onto the funeral home parking lot.
The water hit with a surprisingly cartoonish smack...
Getting our shoes soaking wet. We both laughed, then said our goodbyes.
I like to think Brother Angel was giggling with us, once again.
fine new fernery
two forgotten dahlias
innocently bud
Prunella loved the color purple,
planting some lovely Crepe Myrtle’s;
they had a humongous growth spurt,
all due to her nitro-rich dirt,
now her yard’s a Myrtle hurdle.
6-11-2022
Contest / A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Contest
Tania kitchen
Grams, She said
don't give me thm dead flowers
plae em by the tree~
Dun giv me no live flowers
Fer they will wilt wit me
Dun giv me naw dead flowers
I wan sumthin alive
Give me sumthin that movin like a sports car
LOL
You are my flower tall slender darling
Your body I hold within my hands I caress your stature
The heartbeats atop my chest I'm a witness I love you madly
I stroke your hair my hands embrace your face so budding so sweet
You move so elegant with grace come to my garden, my darling
Stand as we embrace we plant together we grow vertical
We caress as we rest we confess as we together cultivate the garden
2/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.
With golden rings
And black ones too,
They buzzy buzz
As all bees do.
They hover low
As they have planned,
Choose a flower
And then they land.
Grabs some pollen
And buzzes away,
But will be back
One bumbly day.
I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.
JELLO
I hate jello because it is a food
once in your mouth it wiggles moves
reminds me of what worms must feel like to eat
grosses me out for the life of me
Who had such a fantasy
to make some squishy protein
From animal parts most disgusting
Food served in hospitals observably
Jellied cranberries a similar food
Would rather have cranberry juice
And souse meat looks like it is raw
It is jellied for bellies after all
Now if jello had a super power
like curing disease or growing flower
I still could not keep it down
Jello is gross even with fruit I’ve found.
love has drifted and shifted from old days,
from daisies, roses and chocolate trays,
we fall in love, not after meet and look,
love is often through twitter or facebook!
her eyes were so dreamy on her webpage,
her lips so rosy they lit in me rage,
I fondled, kissed the pillow next to me,
dreamt with her I had a family tree!
I messaged her twice and got no reply,
good girls of that age I knew would be shy,
googled and Yahood, finally tracked her down,
knew exactly where she lived in my town!
that evening when we met, my love went cold,
her photo on her webpage was 30 years old!
Written 27/06/2021
Contemporary Sonnet poetry contest
Charlotte Puddifoot sponsored
10 syllables each line
14 lines aabb rhyme sequence with final rhyming couplet.
Happy Valentine's Day
Have it your way
Like a horse eats his hay
Snarf down these chocolates, OK?...
Yes, Ma'am. Happy Valentine's Day
And I don't give a hoot what you say
That bouquet of 'fresh roses' on display
Is not worth two weeks of my pay....
Oh, alright. You win. I tossed all my principles away
And bought you those smelly roses anyway
So, chocolate and roses: Hey, let's go all the way
I'll meet you in bed ~ Masks off, Whuddyasay?
On my every pair
of underwear
I have drawn
a flower
Pink tulip here
red rose there
I take them off
to shower
My wife, amazed
She questions me
"Is the the man
I married?"
I say, "Yes, dear. Just
be glad my blooms
don't pollinate ~ with
bees instead of faeries
White seas of clover
seduce armies of honeys
sweet summer of love