School Funny Poems | Examples
These School Funny poems are examples of Funny poems about School. These are the best examples of Funny School poems written by international poets.
PECKING BIRDS
Woodpeckers don’t talk;
Yet, can run their mouths all day:
Just ask a tree:-
Three thousand chairs are crammed across the field,
A sea of cheap black gowns and melting ice.
We’re sitting trapped without a sunlit shield,
While sweat drips down my neck to mock me twice.
The principal yells names at breakneck pace,
A steady roar from "Aaron" down to "Zane."
I’m stuck somewhere around the middle space,
My rear is numb, my brain feels like pure pain.
By letter M, the afternoon turns harsh,
Lost in a sea of gowns forevermore.
Are we graduating or trapped in a marsh?
The kid beside me starts to nod and snore.
Three thousand names read off without a pause—
I only stayed because my mom said I had to!
A MEOW CHASE
The noise woke me up.
Cat ran from under the bed:
Big rat chasing her!
The Valentine in my high school was he,
So gorgeous friends were envious of me...
Hopeless guy on the dance floor,
Embarrassed me to the core,
What a terrible joke it was to see !
2…B…N…D…U…U…B
Indeed,
Always B
Who U
Are…
2 not
Do
So,
Is 2
Deny
D
Child
Of
God
That U
Are…:
U can
Never B
Less than
D
Reining
Beauty U
Are…
Know
That U
Can
Only B
D U
Created N
D image
Of
Ultimate
Love’s
Beauty,
Reflected N
D mirror
As D
Shining
Beauty
Of
Divine
Guidance,
Given
Unto U
2 survive
And
Overcome
D daily
Challenges
Life
Sets
N your
Pathway…
Thus,
As U
Sojourn
Life’s
Courses
N your
Labors
Of
Love,
Know
That D
Finger
Of
God
Will
Always
Point U
N D
Right
Direction
2 go…
Therefore,
Keep
B
N
D
U,
U
B…:
Got
It?
!
When I stumbled down and fall,
From the stairs of our school hall;
I cried, “Let’s all swim!
Best stroke is to squirm!”
I showed the style and stood tall.
Emma, Empress of Unicorn Empire,
esprit de corps of elementary school,
expeditious at exaggerating expression,
eagerly extending empathy of enormous embrace,
endless enthusiasm, exuberant existence.
Deacon, Duke of derring-do,
diligently, doggedly daily to delightful displays
of dauntless daredevil, destruction,
determined gamer, droll demeanor,
dearly dedicated to devouring desserts,
Dad's double, diplomat of Dreamland.
as the dance ends ~ the wallflower comes to life
When Shakespeare was in school learning his grammar,
under his breath, you could sometimes hear him stammer,
"Who are these fools
who teach you to write by these rules?
They might as well teach you how to screw in a screw with a hammer!"
Edgar my dear
Why do you have that spear
Is that your plan?
When in a jam?
Scare the bloody Kansas City yellow and red
When they fight the fowl volture appearing dead
Spirit Haunting
Spirit Daunting
Blazing under the Baltimore sun
Until Poe's poetic message is done
No swift moves will be here
Only Chiefs carcasses holding their Daly beer
One time when I was in nursey school, Miss Shanahan had everyone sit in a circle and one-by-one say what we wanted to be when we grow up.
It was what you’d expect…
Doctor
Firefighter
Astro naught
Truck driver
Race car driver
Veterinarian
Police officer
Movie star
Baseball player
Actress
Princess
Detective
Engineer…and the like
Then it was my turn:
“What do you want to be when you grow up Bobby?”
I thought about it a minute, and said
“God.”
That threw her for a loop.
There was no braggadocio.
No narcissism, no conceit, no misplaced pride
I didn’t think I had a shot at it or anything.
Just seemed to me it would be the top job.
Can’t blame me.
I went to school with Gerry Mandering, it changed everything.
John G. Lawless
©6/25/2023
...And then a flaming Pterodactyl ate my homework
John G. Lawless
©6/16/2023
THE DOLLAR STORE BUNNY
I chit chat with a saint at church
telling her how my grandson spent
Kindergarten online. This will follow
his class all the way through
to high school graduation.
His second grade teacher was happy -
the class advancing,
by leaps and bounds,
godspeed ahead. I tell her
how the Kindergarten teacher
adopted my grandson’s bunny as a pet.
She smiles, sparkling eyes and all, and
tells me about how her grandson threw
his bunny in the air, then it landed on
a light and burned up. Now, I surmise
that the saint’s bunny, like the Velveteen,
is a stuffed rabbit. I tell her my grandson’s
is real and we have a big laugh. She admits
that the flying bunny was purchased
at the Dollar Store - the poor, dearly departed.
5/21/2023
We had a most horrid schoolteacher,
And us children did all hate her,
She’d shout at us for no real reason,
And threaten to see us later,
She had a dip on a Florida trip,
And was swallowed by an alligator,
But only crocodile tears were shed,
‘Cos we were all just … gladiator!