Fun. Poems - Poems about Fun.

in a field under a tree lies a pile of leaves and a rake and now a running jump I'll take...

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H=Humour and smiles make for a happy day for everyone. U=Under hurt or pain, add humour so it will melt fast away. M=Many need a joke or two so their face can wear a smile. O=Our life is happier with lots of humour in it. U=Unless we have humour in the world, we will be sad. R=Read this again to...

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By the street lamp we stand by, our favorite restaurant. Seeing people are eating, hot dishes being devoured. Food plays with my hungry tongue, senses are jumping for joy. Another heavenly meal, mouth and stomach did enjoy....

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The sky was draped in night’s black cloak, With a sprinkle of white specks in bloom. The yellow moon slipped into a gibbous cocoon, As sunshine fretted in crescent-shaped kites. But the streets today were painted in bright colours— They cloaked the rainbow in a toga of envy. Many danced and sang in melodious harmony, Dressed like masquerades with neither masks nor...

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There aren't enough hours in the day to do all I need to do and for me to be there with you not enough days in the week to go where I want to be or for you to be here with me and tho' someone said, 'Crime don't pay,' in a moment you stole my heart away you're guilty don't want to lose you an...

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"As the greatest of all poets and musicians, tho' you may call me 'liar', Hermes may have invented it but I perfected the lyre and with my music and singing if only I could see the forest for the trees I would coax the woods to dance for me but, on the other hand from where I stand, it appears to be, looking at it from...

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A funny-looking bunny dropped by the other day black white and brown fur a stray who'd lost his way and he let me hand-feed him with carrot tops and spinach leaves but that is where familiarity stops for neither petting nor patting would he permit this half-wild half-tame non-cottontail misfit and when with leaps and bounds he hopped while binking around the garden it got...

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Listening to you oh what a to-do it looks like you've come unglued or going bananas your psyche's addled the mind muddled brain's fogged boggled or befuddled is something missing a marble or two perhaps a loose screw maybe more than a few and making a run or bolt for it will never do it's not too late to join the inmates for as well you know you will still be there wherever...

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If you're going to Honolulu be sure to wear a flower behind your ear if you're coming to Honolulu you're going to meet some gentle people here more than just a fashion statement a plumeria represents birth love spring and new beginnings so it’s no surprise a woman's romantic status it can also symbolise if you're married or unavailable wear it behind your left on the right...

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We're goin' out to Idaho where the potatoes grow honey we're leavin' quite soon but if you call it quits then I've had my chips and like the wolf I'll be a-howlin' at the moon I'm over this Sunshine State yeah I can hardly wait baby we're leaving at noon but if you say 'No way!' and you wanna stay like the...

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When life leaves you lemons deserved or not some sunny summer's day neither fret nor sweat if citrus is all you've got to show for your lot to keep the blues at bay be creative pull out all stops keep calm stay cool either squish or get off the pot think of a drink (old fruit) and you're made in the shade easy peasy lemon squeezy simply put... make...

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Here at our rooftop, collegiate, ‘resort of the mind,’ an early heatwave has struck - we’ve been advised. Like we needed it. It’s 94°f and climbing - we’re not insensitive. We’re aware that the sun is bright and the air is crisp and hot. It was Friday morning, until the sun pointed to noon. Nothing’s going to stop the summer...

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I've never been to Kathmandu it's highly unlikely I'm ever going to and I don't consider macaques the least bit holy while some there choose so to do tho' they may be Nepalese aristocracy no they won't make a monkey of me such couldn't leave me any colder as it's all in the mind's eye of the beholder and who decides what is...

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Broad in the beam not much of a looker this crusty rust-bucket of nuts screws and bolts is a crabby old hooker as luck would have it dolled up trolling for supper at any port in a storm she still gives good service tho' down on her uppers now showing her years deep in the scuppers yet still on the game fishing by night for a living not to...

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