Funny Humor Poems | Examples
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This is a poem, but don’t be afraid,
it can’t hurt you. You can read it without
the slightest obligation. It won’t ask
you to sign anything or pester you
for a commitment. It will not expect
you to sit quietly at your desk with
your hands folded until the bell rings. You
can put it on a poster on your wall
or carry it in your pocket in case
you ever need a poem or just leave
it lying around. It is all surface,
so you don’t have to worry about how
deep to stick your finger into it. It
will give you the same answer each time you
ask it, which is more than you can say for
most people. It won’t make things better or
worse. If you think about it, you will be
thinking of nothing. It just sits there. It
doesn’t even have a clever ending.
The cat flap snaps back and Bagheera appears,
swishing her tail and pointing her ears.
She tears up the stairs and mounts the beam,
to perform her athletics like an Olympic scene.
I found this site called Poetry Soup
Here you can get applause from a group
So I started writing poems, none make the best
My family tells me to "give it a rest."
I need some tough love, some commenter to say
"Your talent is poor, go outside in the day."
Instead, the site policy is to always give praise
Can anything save me - I hope it's just a phase.
Every time I say a sentence, I think of a rhyme
For instance, "dime, time, buy some outshine"
Can't stop rhyming, can't stop writing
I can't get a life that is more exciting.
So to all you young men, sitting on that stoop
Stay away from Poetry Soup
Find yourself another hobby, get some fresh air
Don't be like me, stuck in this creative lair.
Searching for a word, sinking in despair.
I fell up to the sky,
And landed on a cloud,
And though my voice was silent
My words were very loud,
And, as an elephant
Could be spied on by a flea,
I could view the whole world,
But the world could not see me,
And to be quite frank with you,
That’s how I wished for it to be!
The man in the elevator
What an odd man indeed
He looks as if he's about to let out a thunderous sneeze
He taps his feet rapidly like an Irish jig
And his rotund ears are incredibly big
His eyes are wider than a tremendous gorge
And his stomach is almost touching the floor
Oh, the man in the elevator
What an odd man indeed
Unfortunately that odd man in the elevator
Is me
The man in the elevator was a plump rounded one,
The buttons of his suit almost coming undone.
He chortled with his might when I walked in,
His askewed moustache fluttering like a bee.
Whipping out a comb he brushed his hair barely made,
His oiled strands of four plastering on his head.
Next came the perfume which he sprayed with gusto,
While I sneezed and choked right in tow.
Pulling the belt barely up his tummy,
He cleared his throat quite like a dummy.
Off I ran into the closing doors with a slam,
Before his paunch held them back - followed by an "At your service ma'am!".
"He is different" --
She said after their first date,
Her clown makeup on.
Will you please be so kind as to explain why,
gentlemen of your ilk or, much as you,
on first meeting, soon after greeting,
or within a conversation or two,
to those like me, or such as I,
feel the need, to bring up to speed,
and are compelled to dwell on and extol,
their personal proclivities, propensities,
predilections, predispositions,
inclinations and tendencies?
Come what may, we are who we are, it is what it is,
whereby, we have no say and, by all means,
it's preordained, hereditary, chance or happenstance,
and, as does diarrhoea, runs in the genes.
For, as to the preferences of others,
I must admit, be aware, I don't care one little bit,
and for their penchants, not a lot, in fact, nary a single jot,
altho', I wish they wouldn't swish, as they look silly doing it.
But, in the end, they may tend to extend,
or rise to the occasion,
and participate in the bringing of
brotherly love to those of their persuasion.
Mr Brown longed to be a clown,
but Mr brown he had a frown,
so every circus turned him down.
Even his smile was upside down;
you look too sad, said Mrs Brown
for you to ever be a clown;
you'll scare the kids with that mean frown.
I'll wear a hat upon my crown
and baggy pants, said Mr Brown,
tell funny jokes, bring the house down;
fall down, jump up, again fall down
I'll be the tops, talk of the town.
Calm down, calm down, said Mrs Brown
you'll never ever be a clown
with your sad, scowling, scary frown.
I read in paper of renown
of a mortician's job in town
a fitting job for man with frown;
so let us have, said Mrs Brown
no more nonsense about a clown.
When you're young
You can do plenty
And when you're old
You can do way more
Said Stan to sweet farmer Sue
I like this thing that you do
That bumpy ride
Sure saved my hide
And that’s real fine howdy do!
Farmer Sue drove up on her tractor
Told Stan I’ll be your extractor
Hooked up to the Chevy
Dragged it atop the levy
For payment Stan quickly smacked her!
Stan gazed at the muck in despair
And ran muddy fingers through his hair
Said I’ll rescue the Chevy
Drag it atop of the levy
Certain it'll be dry up there!
leaf fell on the car
left an imprint of itself
today the tree fell
People and Clowns 1 (Tanka)
People laugh at clowns
for entertainment and sport
because clown are fools
who laugh at them in return
because they mimic people.
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People and Clowns 2 (Senryu)
Clowns make people laugh,
and people laugh because clowns
are funny people.
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People and Clowns 3 (Tanka)
People laugh at clowns,
and clowns laugh back at people,
and marvelously,
they both laugh at each other,
and then they laugh together.
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