Fun Poems | Examples of Fun Poetry

When and how did we see chivalry last or is it now a thing of the past and honour among thieves is no honour at all while beating my brains against the wall besting the dragons at City Hall am I wrong in thinking it's my fight or am I errant as a roving knight exhibiting gallantry within a crowd of apathy indifferent to the powers that be outnumbered and outgunned Sancho when needed...

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Going barefoot feels fine at the time and wearing shoes do too but sometimes I need something light something not quite so tight only sandals will do going barefoot feels fine now and then and donning boots do too but sometimes I want something loose something I can put to good use only sandals come through sandals always do the trick and of the...

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He put his ribs on the grill Trying to show off his cooking skill But the flames were too high Twas trying to reach the sky But smoky knocked his grill down the hill...

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There once was an elk a lonely elk not a wapiti or moose who had no friends not even a whelk so he went in search the silly goose hoping for the milk of elkish kindness with another of his ilk tho' he did go looking high and low roaming all around in the snow sad to say at the end of the day no...

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There's a hint of winter in the evening air as the autumn days dwindle down to a golden few but I'm looking forward to spring and all it will bring when the whole wide world is reborn anew and then with summer just around the corner to see me through I'm thinking of early mornings with you to meet the sun and how a daydream or two for now will...

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We’ll hitchhike to mars on a rocket not a car, so say your au revoirs. We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star right through the center of the milky-way-bar. See, the universe is dark and chocolatey. Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems, are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms, take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free. We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon, which is made of...

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(A country song to my hubby…read this with a Loretta Lynn voice) Verse one: Well, my man is the kind who likes to unwind with a BudLight and western shows. He watches them over and over and over till I think my head’ll explode! A ballcap is all that he will wear on his head, except when it rains...

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Smiles from me to you, making you happy not blue. Friendship we can praise, as we enjoy sunny days. My puppy is tan and small, she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl. She loves to play with her ball, while I play with my doll. We like to play outside, where she will run and hide. I...

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Reincarnated in my next life, a meteorologist I want to be with scientific paraphernalia at hand and land the weatherman's job on TV. Where I can lie without restraint, never apologise for rain and cloudy skies, or for what it is when it ain't sunny with a bright sunrise which is what I promised the night before. I can be completely wrong more...

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Before a misty morning mirror above a half-filled basin such cold water was I braving simply to lave my face in but the coldest cut of all and it only hurts when I smile I severely slit myself while I was busy shaving but did my frozen fingers fumble or was it just a rusty razor which sorely needs replacement that figured in my defacement as there...

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er first time on a board, February 1922, was Muizenberg, South Africa, then again, in August, the lady surfed Honolulu, Hawaii, where, by Duke Kahanamoku, there may have been taught, and in Waikiki lost her shorts. Who would have thought, of all the girls in the whole wide world, she was the sort to shoot the curl. Tho' a novel way to spend the day, no crime this time,...

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Woke up this morning come to find can’t recall a thing at all really think I’ve lost my mind after sleep digging deep to collect my thoughts and what I recollect amounts to naught insufficient hard drive RAM my memory is shot what I remember as best I can is not a lot it's diddley-squat it's failing me old age is what's ailing me and yet will I forget such...

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I have finally used up all my COVID toilet paper Am still finding MASKS in various places The rubber glove supply is slowly waning The alcohol wipes dried up six months ago The foot prints in the supermarket have totally faded I’ve even seen people in the checkout lines talking So much for six degrees of separation Hand shakes are making a...

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Creativity comes and goes. That’s what she believes, she named Cho. Cho happens to be a potato. Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows. When Cho the potato gets creative, She eases in with simple watercolor. Creativity starts to be invasive as her mind races for more, oh brother. Oils, dance, pottery, and art,...

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Paddy was a hit man for the Irish Mob hired to be slick and do a whack job but he didn't have the knack or know the trick without being caught and put in the nick behind bars but not the sort one might think where a few jars may be bought and he did so love a drink more than one too many was his undoing the cause...

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