Funny Friend Poems | Examples
These Funny Friend poems are examples of Friend poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Friend Funny poems written by international poets.
Sometimes jokes are hurtful.
They're not as funny as we think.
Everyone appreciates a caring comment.
There's so much more to gain
from being considerate and kind.
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
I am the warm embrace that breaks the chill,
The steady anchor when the waters rise,
I am the quiet peace that cures your ill,
The golden truth beneath untroubled skies.
I hold your trembling hand against the storm,
I guide your tired steps into the light,
To keep your fragile, weary spirit warm,
And watch you safely through the darkest night.
I am your faithful shield, your closest friend,
The heart that beats in rhythm with your own,
I promise I will guard you to the end,
So you will never have to walk alone.
Step closer now, and let me lock the door—
I am the surgeon, and you are on the floor.
Fatty doggy
Happy sleepy
Witty
Greedy
Pulsing
Patting
Thumping
Hugging
Trendy
Friendly
Watching
Dreaming
Barking
Chasing
A friend
At hand
My friend says that her dog taught her to swim,
one day, she showed me her style at the gym;
at my pool . . . kept sinking down,
oh, it looked like she would drown . . .
the problem was grace 'cause she was NOT slim !
Walking down a country road
I fell upon a baby bear talking with a hare.
They look like they were long time friends that didn't have a care.
How are you today said the baby bear standing up with his arms in the air.
I have a little problem today said the hare
But no one seems to care.
I can't seem to find where I put my carrots yesterday
I have looked everywhere even in the barn in the big stack of hay.
My carrots seem nowhere to be found.
My friend can you please help me track them down.
The two friends wandered off
In search of the carrots,
Along the way they found a trail that led them to a feret.
The ferret had a belly ache
You see he ate all of hare's carrots..
What a naughty feret
my robot friend and me
got caught in the rain you see
pouring rain
hope no pain
now we call him Rusty
Henry Winkler was the Fonz on Happy Days.
Mister tough guy and"Ayyy!" was his favorite phrase.
With his leather jacket and girls on his lap, he was the coolest dude.
Now, an old man with a warm, fuzzy, and funny attitude.
Love Poem to a Cat
Your simplicity is Absolute.
As such, a Perfection of your kind.
Eat, Sleep, Cuddle With The Giants, Get The Pets
Repeat.
Your days a monochrome monotony
Eternal yet ephemeral
You can be a nuisance
But never trouble
(unlike your sister, who ran off because Mom wouldn't share her ice cream)
The Outside World is not for you,
Dear Boy.
It would chew you up and spit you out;
We can't have that.
So stay in with us as we retire
Live out your hopefully longish perfect cat life
Safe in its comfortable nonexcitement
When you are gone
You shall leave
A furry little hole in my heart
So sleep well,
My dear little Bubbula.
Sleep well.
And they will be filled with tears...
Is the follow up Johnny plays
After dedicating me my song,
It was number 1 this day in 1976
He told me as
I showed him iou Johnny,
Page 291
And told him about
Funny dummy dip
But,
It's too sad,
The tears on the first line
Reflect my own
As tina sang loudly
In this place of happy people
Who
Undoubtedly
Would not spot my tears,
Nor know the reason...
Music
's no good without you.
"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet
Time is a funny thing since time does not always seem real,
yet I have been here since the beginning of time.
Time cannot be seen or touched,
but I am everywhere.
Many find me to be very rich,
when they call me quality of time.
Could I be used as currency?
Would I need to show myself to you?
I am already currency for many,
putting smiles on faces for volunteering.
My currency as grandparent's time,
having loving grandkids by their side.
Guess who my best friend is?
It is barter.
Barter and I go hand in hand,
making many lives richer.
Time is used daily as a currency,
when you need help the most.
Someone will help you out,
out with their precious time.
Boys Forts
The boys would climb up,
taking toys and making noise,
into the tall trees.
Wearing funny hats,
yelling~ were their pants on fire?
we did laugh at them.
Girls Castles
Dining room table,
with long lace cloth was our spot,
under on the floor.
Dolls were everywhere,
tea and cookies were a treat,
we were princesses.
contented dog
stretches and yawns
no room for me
Casper the Friendly Ghost
was youthful and wanted one thing the most;
each show he searched to find and make friends.
kids always ran; maybe the wispy can't plan solid ends.
I took my new friend from Mars,
to the store not to the bars.
He was accompanied by his little green dog,
many thought he was a funny looking frog.
They messed their little green suits,
so no more fresh fruits.
A diaper they will need,
so they can go home and be freed.
I dedicate this song to my friend Art Hill a fellow musician
who really does keep watermelons handy
during these summer months
to share with anyone who cares
Arthur Likes His watermelon
So, he keeps one close a hand
He gets them at the market
Sometimes a roadside stand
But no matter where he gets it
When it's time for him to feed
You can catch him out in front
on his porch, spitin' seeds
When the Sun is murder
I walk over to his place
And sure enough he's sittin'
Stuffin' melon in his face
With one hand on his melon
The other with a knife
He leans over to me
And offers me a slice
It's funny, on a hot day
Cause Arthur knows our needs
And before I can say watermelon
We're both spitin'seeds