Friends Funny Poems | Examples
These Friends Funny poems are examples of Funny poems about Friends. These are the best examples of Funny Friends poems written by international poets.
I'm secretly
a genius, trouble
is, I'm the only
one who knows
about it.
I'm much too
shy to show it,
and I'm much
too mad to keep
it constant.
I'm either busy
laying in my bed,
missing out.
Or overworking
myself to the point
of exhaustion.
There's no
in-between.
And that,
my friends,
is brilliant.
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'm secretly
a genius, trouble
is, I'm the only
one who knows
about it.
I'm much too
shy to show it,
and I'm much
too mad to keep
it constant.
I'm either busy
laying in my bed,
missing out.
Or overworking
myself to the point
of exhaustion.
There's no
in-between.
And that,
my friends,
is brilliant.
when I
young I
was well
and tell
my friends
split ends
my hair
not fair
but clean
not mean
I wash
and brush
my locks
like ducks
to say
like fay
I sing
and swing
and fly
not cry
to dry
not fry
under
hot air
my own
full grown
long hair
black hair
love you
just you
sweet you
black you!
I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.
But you threw the keys back at me in fury,
You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter.
On our disputes, you turned them to our jury—
They reveled, munching on our private matter.
You called me names you'd never used before them,
You left me unanchored in a wave of shame—
An abyss where you left my pleasance's scum,
Then heaped on me a full load of scorn and blame.
Is dating a prettier lady a sin?
Drown me in more shame—it quenches not the flame.
The more you dump me in your emotive bin,
The more she lifts me back into her love-frame.
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Grannies On A Road Trip
5/17/2025
They jumped into the her car..that Spring night.
Pangie and her friends, fully eager for a night
of pure delight!
They were out on a hunt for some hot men?
Pangie, that eighty-seven- old flirt led the way,
Giggling grandmas, had fun all night and day!
the silver birch
it likes to hide
so as you search
at eventide
you find it there with many friends
playing poker through the night
the common oak
a wise old man
an aging folk
since time began
grandfathers of the forest they
speak myth and folklore when they can
the sycamore
with helicopter seeds
sets out its store
among the weeds
then grows to be big and strong
from people’s picnics on which it feeds
the horse chestnut
is the conker tree
the children’s favourite
but too spikey
until they are ready later on
and why kids were late home for tea
the yew
is old
and grew
so slow
its age is in millennia
and battles from the archer’s bow
the hawthorn
its blossom white
and at dawn
as if it snowed all night
then all too soon the white has gone
a desperate case of bad stage fright
the conifer
fir, spruce and pine
a regular
likes mead and wine
to keep it warm in winter then
comes into homes at Christmas time
The mission was simple;
To save the whole planet
From white clouds
Lies the troopers
The wind howled
As they fell down
A headfirst dive
At the speed of sound
Death is a friend of the Earth
They thought, as they fell across the sky
I am the savior of the Earth
But I know not how or why
Today they made a sacrifice
That little drop of rain
But it went over our heads
Life seems still and same
Thud
They disintegrate into the hungry plants
They watch their friends get absorbed
This perilous journey they undertook
For the good of our world
On the shopping chanel
They sold a watch
Not the chanel
I wanted to watch
Inspiration I need
Not a watch
Come on please
Help me plot
Seen a sketch show
The other night
Would you know
Not a drawing in sight
Fact of the mattter
Was total uncanny
A bunch of actors
Revealing their insanity
I shook my head
Questioning my entire
Turned to Bob Ross instead
Didn't help me inspire
Asked a friends help
To Paint my living room
Detail the shelves
Make it all bloom
They turned up confused
With eyes like starlets
As I started to use
My easel and palette
Maybe I had the answer
Hopefully not too late
To copy Frida Kahlo
I tried a self portrait
I set up my Canvas
And got a bit confused
After a few hours past
I got a bit amused
With all to two and fro
Heads start to spinner
I really let it go
And painted the mirror
Maybe Art ain't my passion
As I can't find Inspiration
I could try Fashion
But sharp pins and perspiration
Not to mention scissors slips
May be a big disaster
Fingers and meat that fits
Like that dress by Lady Ga Ga
I’m having dinner with some friends. Affectionately known as “The Dead”
Staring at their faces, glued firmly in all places.
Who do you think your foolin? Your halitosis say it all.
Exterior defying test of time. As your organs quickly die.
One more drink, and I’m leaving.
I’ve kept up appearances and the peace.
Don’t get up, I’ll see myself out.
Love and kisses to you all.
It’s been a slice of heaven.
But, Im afraid if I stay a minute longer
Your faces will begin melting, from the the candle operas warm glow
There is a moment every single year
Such a joyful one without a tear
The tree is up, the food purchased
Delivered present, friends embraced
With time taken out for those in need
Those family visits all now agreed
The moment comes without TV
It happens when nobody else can see
It's silent and peaceful open hearted
You've eaten sprouts, then you farted!
Elmer Fudd went hunting for a big prized Turkey.
A Big Gobbler he heard, Gobble near an Oak Tree..
He aimed his rifle, fired a shot!
Missed, Fell back, landed on his butt!
The Turkey saw, ran, and laughed uncontrollably!
I wish everyone a festive
Thanksgiving with family
and friends. Stay safe
out there, enjoy your tasty
meals, and give thanks
for this joyous occasion.
God bless everyone and all
you love...
There once was a lady from Indy
Who comes out of her house when it’s windy
She doesn’t walk fast
Though her friends are aghast
That her petticoats look very trendy
Jokes and franks has
Line in between
Friends and transients.
A Message of Hope **
Seek inspiration in every day
Despite it's cruel intentions.
Find the bitter taste in rain that falls
Delightful just to mention
Learn to love all of your pains
From bunions up to brains.
The voices in your head are friends,
Enjoy their ridicule and games
Romanticise your anguish well,
If not then, what's the point?
Create your own little world of hell
Snort coke, smoke a joint
Whatever you choose to do from here
If you're caring, or if you're crude.
Just bear in mind, it matters not
Your living; is getting screwed