Silly Funny Poems | Examples
These Silly Funny poems are examples of Funny poems about Silly. These are the best examples of Funny Silly poems written by international poets.
Chick - Chick - Chick - Chick - Chicken!
Write a little verse for me.
You've got romance in you
To share for all to see.
Chick - Chick - Chick - Chick - Chicken!
There's no need to shy away.
Let the juicy ink get flowing
Steam a saucy verse today!
As you've said, I'm Chick - Chick - Chicken
Could my face burn brighter red?
I'm afraid these special verses
Are only for my book and in my head.
So... this little Chick - Chick - Chicken
Will keep clucking on her funny way.
If she stews some saucy verses
She will send them to you private-lay...
Hypotenuse is a funny word,
but not the funniest I've heard.
If you ask me for my vote,
I would go with asymptote.
He is not the brightest of guys
alone he could not survive
If he counts to twenty two
he removes both his shoes
Twenty he can count but ask for a hand
he needs more digits to understand
Draw a picture for Richard
Draw a picture for Richard
His name is Nick
but gets called a Dick
Draw a picture for Richard
He doesn't mean to be impolite
a coward he avoids all fights
He works all week but never gets paid
cause he is at the wrong place everyday
He gets fifty ballots in the mail
he votes each one no big deal
If they send them to him he votes to win
but it's last election that snail mail
Draw a picture for Richard
Draw a picture for Richard
His name is Nick
but gets called a Dick
Draw a picture for Richard.
She had a grin to beguile.
Her teeth shone white with her smile.
That all went away
on that dreadful day
her beau went the extra mile!
There once was a tropical storm.
It continued all night long.
I tried to remain calm.
Despite the raging storm.
And so, my latern was lit,
but the lightening stomped it out quick.
Now there's a purple haze in the sky.
This is my ending, no lie.
Sometimes I'm as silly as can be
AP: 3rd place 2026
Gold turban and dark eyes that stare
He soon caught my eye at the fair.
His white gazing ball
held answers for all-
At once, I was caught in his glare!
Voltar was his mystical name.
For years, he's held carnival fame.
Now set to comply
On faith would rely
To play his miraculous game.
I placed my three bucks in the slot-
Find out what he thinks, good or not.
His words startled me,
Though he spoke softly
On something I never forgot!
He knew I had lost my heartthrob;
At that point, I felt I could sob.
A card then slipped out
My fortune, no doubt?
No! Asks for five bucks- I feel robbed!
How silly of me to believe
His fortune could soothe and relieve!
Goodbye, Zoltar- fear
You made your act clear.
Just empty words, I did receive!
my robot friend and me
got caught in the rain you see
pouring rain
hope no pain
now we call him Rusty
Bloated, worn out and you're dragging the caboose
inside a sequoia log you just can't let loose
Miserable grumpy and feeling clogged
to embarrassed for help trying to pass the log
Prune juice, prune juice swallow a slug
in no time your body will be unplugged
be happy feeling light and floating up
just a swig of prune juice in your cup
The modern diet can weigh you down
sits in your stomach making you frown
Feeling slow and being sad
wanting release needing it bad
Prune juice, prune juice what you need
natures way of easing relief indeed
Lets you go screaming hallelujah I'm plum
with prune juice I'm fluid and done.
There once was a merchant called Stan.
Sold lotion to girl and to man.
He was nice, not rude,
but the beach was nude.
He admired bronzed, lineless tan!
I used to have a stro,
(a stro?)
I called it ‘my stro’
(Hmm …)
By itself it felt so dull
(I’m sure)
Then one day during the lull
(Yes?)
I added a simple ditty
(La, La, La …)
Accompanied by my kitty
(Meow …)
People liked it so well
(Kudos! Bravo!)
Gave me a nickname that’s swell
(What?)
They called me ‘maestro’
(Ahh …)
That’s all I know!
(Finally!)
The digits on strike marching by,
"Irrational!", managers sigh.
"We won't be rounded!",
Digits expounded,
"We just want a piece of the pi!"
Birds is a funny thing, says I.
Some will whistle. Some will fly.
Some might even eat a worm.
If you are one, you should squirm.
A blubbery walrus, well taught,
With whiskers aquiver once sought,
A means on the land
To start up a band,
But vocals here hindered a lot.
Ho ho, my jolly good fellow.
You remain so freaking mellow!
Christmas Eve is here,
we drink in good cheer
and the snow is stained bright yellow!