Humorous Poems | Examples

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Premium Member My Backyard Family

My birdbath has become
the backyard rage! Now, 
as many bees as parched
birds, they line the edge
taking buzz-sips – then 
back to the honey-hive -- 
water, a must, in the desert,
if to stay just barely alive….

My charity, a small oasis, little
bigger than a hubcap; thousands
of grateful gulps a day~ more honey
on the way.  Wonder!? Should I
have a neon sign, to attract Night
Owls and bats, already a focus of
many feral cats -- lizards, scorpions,
spiders and gnats…? What must they
think, of a semi-soft heart and head,
sharing tap water~ but off limits a cool 
kitchen and king-size bed?

Premium Member Tension

tension sneaks up behind me like a prankster
tapping lightly just to watch me jump~
thrilled to startle me.

Premium Member The Newly Dead

Whither shall I go—
Shall I haunt the willow
Drag my nails 'cross thy dewy window
Push the wicker chair to and fro?
These are all terrors that I know
What do the newly dead do
When there is nowhere
We would venture to
Or care feel despair
Or shed boo-hoos
Should I wait in the broom
Closet for you
Radiating gloom
Waiting to shout "boo!"
What do the newly dead do?
They said it would be fun
To watch the frightened run,
But so far that just isn't true
And maybe a little mean
From the little I've seen—
But hey, I'm new;
Maybe just one of the few
Who wishes there was something better
To do
Than scare another bed-wetter
Or ruin a new hairdo—
It's just all so boring
We sit 'round till morning
Then some awful cock crows
Ringing thro' fields and clear 'cross meadows
And everything just turns black—
And it's cold
And there's a smell—
Like putrid mold.
Well,
I guess it's better than hell,
But who the hell knows


Premium Member Jealous Boyfriend

This object resembled a phallus
was stored in a rather large chalice
kept close to her bed 
it was many times said 
Her boyfriend was often quite jealous

Premium Member Formal Attire

There's a shindig in town where the upper class flocks
This societal stuff Joe constantly mocks
bow tie and black shiny shoes
entry for Joe they politely refuse
If you want to come in wear more than a pair of brief jocks

Premium Member Squirm

Pulled a face when he swallowed a tapeworm
Made him wriggle and jiggle  and squirm
down his gullet it slipped
his demeanour now flipped
He hopes it passes through in the short term


Premium Member Old Socks

She runs in just a pair of old socks
The public so often she shocks
arrest her they said 
past the coppers she sped 
Couldn't catch her over ten city blocks

Premium Member Reluctant Bachelorette

A young teacher is said to disparage
the mere thought of not entering marriage.
Says she, "I'm not some heathen
who's without a good reason;
I just hate being known as Miss Carriage!"

Premium Member Roadside Jerky

An armadillo leaned on a fence,
too wilted to muster a proper defense.
His cowboy hat slouched
like a biscuit overbrowned,
his dignity having long since left town.

The relentless sun blazed down with cheer,
roasting the pasture for the fifteenth month this year.
Grasshoppers staggered.
Mesquite trees panted.
Even the buzzards looked disenchanted.

The dillo squinted west and sighed,
I reckon I'm medium-well inside.
One more degree
and y'all will see
roadside jerky where I used to be."

A bead of sweat rolled down his snout.
He watched it fall. He watched it sizzle.
"Autumn," he grumbled,
"has missed her exit.
She's probably lost near Abilene."

The fence post offered little aid.
The shade was merely shade-adjacent.
He tipped one claw
to his hat and said,

"If anybody spots October,
 tell it I'm awaitin'."

Premium Member Autumn's Broke in Texas

A squirrel in autumn hollered, “Dang!
This heat’s got my tail in a tang.
It’s ninety-eight degrees, y’all~
that ain’t autumn, not at all!
Where’s sweata weather in Texas?” he did pang.

Premium Member Digital Zoo

I pause at last~ 
a rare celestial event,  
like a comet or a clean inbox.

My files stare back,  
feral little gremlins  
named things like finalFINAL2  
and use_this_one_maybe.

I take a breath.  
The universe holds still.  
Even my husband is impressed.

Then~  
a miracle:  
I drag one folder  
into another folder  
and nothing explodes.

Suddenly I’m unstoppable.  
A digital filing phoenix.  
A desktop deity.  
A sorter of chaos.

And all it took  
was pausing long enough  
to remember  
I’m actually in charge  
of this digital zoo.

Premium Member Merchantman Report

I professorially , perceptively
unofficially
noiselessly spoke

that addlepated
moldy merchantman
would pass
through foaminess

with volumetrically
unretrievable moonshine
and sunberry fodder
for bungarus

his puppyish
impracticable tantrum

impeccable monotonous drone
rowdy crescendo

a classic companion dither

could they brainwash
this opposer ?

but lukewarm normalcy
will not obstreperously come .

okay !


(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)

The Ice Sculptor

He Sculpted her from,  a block of ice
       and he had an image, drawn down, it twice

a million ice pleats,  in her dress,  that glowed
      he must carve it slow, must carve it slowwwwww

and the light behind her,  showed no imperfect flaws
      so he sculpt her more, scattered shards,  fell to the floor

and he carved her bodice,  of frozen plumes
      to mimic feathers, that appeared to move

 so up and down,  frozen , round and round
      and just like Artic water, but it had no sound

and strings of ice beads, from her shoulders edge
        her covered garment,  the strands did blend

not once , imagination ,  did ever wavering 
        though her ice cold eyes, had splintered shavings

  so he kept stepping back,  to  view , his work of Art
         sublimation decor, this woman, would never part

but he took too long , in this Art, admired
        for now it melted, for time makes , ice, 
                        ....so very tired.

Premium Member Magniloquently

monotonous merchantman magniloquently enliven moonshine
into foaminess volumetrically


(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)

Wrong One

My poetry teacher Miss Took
read out poems out of her book
one poem was so rude
it was verging on lewd
"Thought t'was the other, I mistook"

Humorous Categories

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