Humorous Good Morning Poems | Examples
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In the kitchen, pots clatter and pans clang,
The blender whirs as the kettle hisses and sings,
A spoon clinks in a mug, stirring tea,
While toast pops up with a little ding!
The cat purrs on the counter, eyes half-shut,
The dog’s tail thumps as it begs for crumbs,
The fridge door squeaks as I grab some jam,
And the bread squishes between my thumbs.
Suddenly, the phone buzzes with a ring,
I yelp and drop my toast—what a sight!
Jam-side down, it lands with a sticky splatter,
And the dog licks it up with pure delight.
Breakfast chaos, a daily dance,
With sounds that play a silly tune.
But in this noisy morning trance,
There’s magic in each messy swoon.
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My Friend Joe
"Good morning, Hello."
I whisper to my friend, Joe.
"Today you're very hot and all I've got."
"You smell so good just like you should"
"You are wonderful to hold, especially when I'm cold."
"My addiction to you can be obscene."
I confess to my delightful bean.
"You'll always be my morning fellow,
but the sadly the reason my teeth are yellow!"
Early morning I stumble around
Half asleep I make no sound
Coffee machine gives a groan
It’s beyond repair hear my moan
Decided to brew a cup of char
Prop myself up at breakfast bar
Toast, I think so put in bread
Electric flare now toasters dead.
Usually patient but now am shattered
The post arrives with bills that matter
No,no what’s this before my eyes
It seems I’ve won a raffle prize.
One thousand euro ‘tis a windfall
Morning looks better I’m walking tall
Entirely dumbfounded but what the heck
Finger’s crossed it’s not a bad cheque.
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It was a good morning until…
I lost a hundred-dollar bill.
I cried “Oh no!
Why is this so?”
It was a good morning until…
the mail brought a bill for a mil.
My tears did flow.
I cried with woe.
It was a good morning until…
I wrote a bad check for the bill.
To jail I go.
It’s sad, I know.
He seems to be new and I so cool
Walk over to introduce myself
I notice a clue his polished shoes
And the badges shiny on his belt
It seems my desk was a mess
As the man had searched high and low
I'm Bob he says with the IRS
Your company's assets will be froze
In fact lady come with me
There are questions for you and news
Today was a good day indeed
For the audited IRS blues.
2/14/2021
It was a wonderful, perfectly good, morning
[When I shut off the alarm and slid out of bed],
Until a broken shoelace screamed a forewarning
And I got this sudden, overwhelming feeling of dread.
My Keurig emitted a strange humming sound
When I filled up the tank and flipped on the switch,
Meanwhile, my toast popped up too overly-browned,
Found my computer is sick with a frustrating glitch.
The forecast is gloomy, predicting flurrying snow
This momentous decision swirls around in my head
I can face whatever the rest of the day may show
Or, I can chuck it all and crawl back into bed!
Written February 11, 2021
For “It Was a Good Morning Until” Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
At sunrise I find I am in bed, fast asleep until the last minute
And post sunset I know I should have gone to bed, but it was always, not just yet
But, in between it has been said, that I never left my bed
I think therefore I am a sleepy head, who always needs my cosy bed
And although that winter is now looming, I can not see my sleep pattern re-tuning
So what am I supposed to do.. but become a Bat like you
And sleep in bed all day too...
Just like you always do..
DAMO
Appreciated morning time friend.
Despised morning time enemy.
Always knowing when to chime in.
Never knowing when to shut up.
Piercing the calm.
Then teasing peace, but only for a short while.
Liking to hear itself speak.
Can't hear myself think.
Alarm clock....
Oh, dreaded alarm clock.
GOOD MORNING MISTER WALKA
Good morning Mister WALKA
I come to see your DAUGHTA,
I hope it's not ah BOTHA,
Cause all I really wanted was a cold glass of WATA
And so, if it is not such ah BOTHA, Mister WALKA
I'd love to give her a QUARTA,
If she would give me a cold glass of WATA.
So, what do you say Mister WALKA? can I see your DAUGHTA, right away
Before LATA, if you may. And if it is not such ah BOTHA.
By the way, are you sure, you are her FATHA, and not her BROTHA? For you sure act like her MOTHA. Oh shoot! MR. WALKA, why did I even BOTHA with you,
When I could have gone to AH-NOTHA.
Look out the window
And enjoy the eastern glow
Now get out of bed
Feet on a cold floor
In the middle of winter
Now get back in bed
Live on a Lark
I learned how to live on a lark
And then did decide to disembark
On a voyage which invariably
Would be just right for you and me.
Laughed and smiled everywhere we went
And as soon as all our money was spent
Upon the sea grew a great big hale
Your and my face started turning pale.
Each formed wave was finally flat
And I started to think off the bat
With her then had to be quite blunt,
To go again we would never want.
James Thomas Horn
Poet Laureate World Renown
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