Love Humorous Poems

Under eighteen
hot tears spilling
nowhere near serene
at the end of your rope
cannot cope
need fulfilling
please don't mope
there's always hope
here's the dope
find someone thrilling
you can soft-soap
who is willing...

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If I owned a circus
for you I'd play the clown
(Do jugglers ever tire of throwing up?
Only when they're sick of it.)
or if I had a...

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The sick and the injured had been his whole life
He’d never found time to ensnare a good wife
He’d slept with a patient and soon was...

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When Humpty Dumpty was but a wee lad,
a nurturing and loving mom he had.
She told her son, “Stay out of the sun.
Whatever you do, my...

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Froggy went a courtin',
"Ribbit," he did sing,
altho' singing weren't his thing,
more like the punchline to a joke,
'Please don't smoke or I might croak.'
In the deep...

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'twas at the country fair I spied her
outstanding in her field
(in many more ways than one)
beyond compare second to none
eyelashes long and lovely skin of...

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Silverback led his gorilla by the wrist
out into the fog and missed,
lost his heart and then his way,
sadly, he was heard to say,
"Don't get me...

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O yon Loch Ness Monster
is come out of the lake
through all the wide border
his tail left a wake
and save his fire-breathing
he weapons had none
he swam...

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If 'music be the food of love,'
as the Avon Bard did write,
sing me a song of sixpence for my supper,
to see me through this star-crossed...

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To Mr. Michael, Bard of Theatrical Yearning,

Your words, like ivy, wind and wind — ornate, impassioned, almost divine.?But I write now with a quieter pen,...

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Awkwardly he made a pass
Bumped his head against the glass
Cheesy lines flew far and wide
Didn’t notice spinach fried
Ego big, but brain quite small
Fumbled trying to...

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Put on your palmate feet come dance in a flash  
you don't need know-how, you don't need cash  
if you love to quack...

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I have written another Country song for all my soupper friends who maybe feel a little bit selfish at times ... It's called "For Me"


You...

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I saw her in a meadow high
Where red flowers touch the sky
Her eyes were mournful, so much inside
I looked within, skepticism died

(chorus)
I'm in love with...

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How do you do, Point of Exclamation?! 
We love your disposition of hooray, 
We bask in your uplifting sensation, 
Without you words would dry up...

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