Funny Home Poems | Examples
These Funny Home poems are examples of Home poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Home Funny poems written by international poets.
Funny how a room dies
First it’s off to college
Then out into the world
Blink twice, there’s marriage
Into the abyss, her room’s hurled
Funny how a room dies
I took my new friend from Mars,
to the store not to the bars.
He was accompanied by his little green dog,
many thought he was a funny looking frog.
They messed their little green suits,
so no more fresh fruits.
A diaper they will need,
so they can go home and be freed.
Picture of Little Oreo’s arrival
I can’t believe you bring so much love and mischief
You were carried in by a stork
Too much wait for your arrival
Now that you’re here
Wasn’t told you do parkour
I can’t stop loving you
You’re so sweet little Oreo
I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home,
about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome,
about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges,
and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes.
It's a nice, cozy little home,
where every day, I try to write at least one new spanking poem -- oops!
one spanking new poem.
Sometimes I find myself inside
A mind of happy man
Who does everything all right
Much better than I can
He has a house by the sea
Breathing coastline air
There he sits, with book and tea
In his garden chair
I can read his book and smell
Cigarette he lits
What a funny little dwell
Is his mind of wits
He mows thouroughly his lawn
Doing what he can
Never in my life I’ve known
Such a happy man
He won’t know about me
And he wouldn’t find
That sometimes this world I see
Through his happy mind.
Aqua blue sled
Thumpity thump thump thump
Children laugh with glee
Thank heavens for air conditioning
Bumpity bump bump bump
Wheeeee!
Mom mirrors masterpiece The Scream
Declares, “This shall not be forgotten!”
Dad pleads his case,
“But, I put a mattress on the bottom.”
There on to you!!!
Your idiot brother
Hovered over a Starbucks,
Your sister was seen
Cruising Rodeo Drive.
And Uncle Henry
Got hold of a bottle
George W. Dickle
Tennessee Sippin’ Whiskey
…and you know Uncle Henry!!!
Left his “vehicle”
In the river….
They’re still dredging
Papa says he’s had it with you guys
And Mama said
She’ll leave a light on.
Your best bet is…
Head to the border
Claim asylum
Head for San Francisco
…You’ll fit right in.
Love
Auntie Grnshht
The old homestead is a shambles,
nearly hidden in wild brambles.
My mind reveals a happy place
that had once held your funny face.
The tree swing we once swung upon
is fallen rotted and now gone.
How many the years, or the miles,
have stolen those days of our smiles?
I survey the giant oak trees
we would climb for a cooling breeze.
Now covered in wild woody vines
that hold our secrets in confines.
All in shambles and forsaken,
my early memories shaken.
Has life, like home, come to descend
from vibrant life to final end?
his date on her way
speed-tidying apartment ~
a royal pigsty
Date written:12/30/2021
bats in the attic
spiders on the floor
nobody stops to see me no more
bugs in the kitchen
termites in the wall
wont be long till the old house fall
radon no worry
pollution no care
wind blows through cleans out the air
possum on the ground
raccoon in the tree
their all in the house sleeping with me
gas line broke
it won't be long
till the end of the house end of the song
Home for now!
The coffee is cold,
even though I used the
microwave.
Funny.
I was around
when the first one
was sold.
We were so amazed!
Magic in a box...
but not a miracle.
My guy is home,
but he is still sick.
I can not beat the phantom
of bad with a stick...
or I would!
A lot of times,
I would never stop.
I pray now for all that is to happen.
Each day a gift to be opened anew.
Every part in my heart stable,
but un-accepting of the inevitable.
The predictable,
the foreseeable,
the expected...
denied!
Cherished small talk.
Skipping stones,
and long walks.
Summer breezes,
until the winter freezes.
That is the "gift" of now,
and the promise of...
forever.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
I bought a new replacement brain from Amazon
With a lifetime warrantee
delivered and installed by Amazon technicians
in your home
It said on the web site that it was imported
And I now speak a new language
Where do remotes go, is what I,
in aggravation ask?
Mine must have feet and to find
them is a most frustrating task.
Hiding under a magazine or my cat
lying on it, hatching one like an egg?
I have tried many methods, but I swear,
mine all have their own tiny legs.
Do they get together at night and have
meetings to strategize?
I think they really do, those teeny monsters,
is what I do conceptualize!
September 19, 2020
7pm PST
7pm PST
A speck
What the heck?
Tiny,
mini,
little
thing…
Once there was a nursing home man called Fred,
at night he was found in an old gals bed;
with a great big happy smile,
his pajamas in a pile;
when questioned- "THIS is my dead wife" he said !
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May 19, 2019
Added after contest judged, June 11, 2019-
Poetry/Limerick/Nursing Home Fred
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1145-321-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
(Syllable Count 10,10,7,7,10)
Written for the contest, Bawdy Limericks
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
First Place