Funny Hair Poems | Examples
These Funny Hair poems are examples of Hair poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Hair Funny poems written by international poets.
Sirius is approaching the gate
dragging the hot and humid like bait.
Scorching dog days are back.
A violent attack!
I fear I will burn my shaven pate!
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!
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thorough bathing
our cat does daily perform ~
licks sons hair clean
A man of debatable taste
Thought wonders of sticky toothpaste.
Adorning his hair,
Or auto repair,
All based that with paste it was laced.
Fred had a huge sore appear on his head
Feeling itchy, he scratched until it bled
He risked looking like a fool
And dunked his head in the pool
Then gasped at the huge tick floating he shed
He rode a horse he got thrown off
Onto the ground his head hit first
In a pile of manure horses pie
On top of his head he lie
Looked like a derby hat yah!
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Laddie look like a hat he wore
But it was just a pile of manure
She was a fair black lady
At the hair dresser
The weather man say yesterday
It’s gonna be sunny and bright
Yet, when the young lady left out the hair dresser
It thundered and began to rain
Uncovered her hair got wet frizzled and fuff-up
She looked like a cotton ball, now all wet she wore a afro
Lasses look like she wearin a British hat
2/14/24
For Put Yer Funny Hats On Laddies (Lasses Too) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
Boy, one thing I know fa sho, we can tell a lot in life.
I can tell you mad
I can tell that ain’t gon fit
I can tell he be cheating
Girl, I can tell you ain’t cook that
I can tell that ain’t yo real hair
I can tell she bouta cry
I can tell he not feeling well
I can tell that’s not gon work
I can tell it’s a boy
Man, I can tell that ain’t no real Gucci
I can tell he lying
I can tell her butt fake
I can tell that car bouta break
I’m telling yall, I can tell she pregnant
I can tell that’s gon taste nasty
I can tell he ain’t no good
I can tell it’s bouta rain
Know what else I can tell, I can tell I’m amazing, lol
I've scrapped the last one off,
No more hair there!
Each whisker removed,
Forth width,
Only took a little bit.
The fur coat I grow,
It's ridiculous,
I know!
On the way out,
My hairs do shout!
"Do not forsake us!
We will,
Will out!"
Tomorrow, we start again,
Perhaps I'll start with my chin.
A waxing job would take all day,
My skin might up and go away!
Looking at all the positives I see:
Cold weather insulation for me!
A soft fuzzy pillow to nestle my rear!
Possible transplants for the loss of my hair!
Being bald is nothing I dread!
The hair on my body being knitted just so,
Will cover any spot my hair doesn't grow!
Went for a "HAIR CUT" at the local barber
Must have misunderstood probably into the lager
He cut “ALL” my hair
Not just "ONE" up there
Called him a bozo as I made my departure
Sassy Patsy Pugglespuff
Sat in the mire
Wasn't feeling warm enough
So set her hair on fire.
he’d bought a skull rug for that spot
high on his head where hair was not
but …
it brought him rash and scalp decay -
one horrid nightmare’s “hell toupee”
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 28, 2023
No blue hair or curls for me.
I’ll grow old naturally.
Hanging breasts and flattened bum,
crooked teeth and graying gum.
Sagging knees and chicken skin,
sunny spots and double chin.
Silver streaks through thinning hair,
dimming eyesight no repair.
Crinkly crow’s eyes and flat feet
singing as the Maker I meet.
I don’t care what you say,
I can’t hear you anyway.
Start
to shape
a moustache
this time of year,
handlebars, pencils,
or lines from ear to ear,
funny grins for volunteers,
and charities will remember,
a tidy growth every November
handlebars, pencils, = types of moustaches
A November Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Counter > Howmanysyllables
11/09/22
I met a sixties hippie
his hair it was quite flippy
I said he should cut it
he told me to shut it
oh man, did he get lippy
Belle was a beauty beyond compare
Charm and wit she would willingly share
her up-do came down
exposing her crown
“Oh my goodness, my secret’s laid bare!”