School Humorous Poems | Examples
These School Humorous poems are examples of Humorous poems about School. These are the best examples of Humorous School poems written by international poets.
Darn kids arrive and turn lives upside down,
Doted and loved and they don’t have a clue,
That parents haven’t a way around it -
But unconditionally, through and through.
For starters we’re awake from sleepless nights,
Then toddlers’ tantrums test our calm and cool.
And folks, please note, we’re stripped of spanking rights
As soon as darn kids start going to school.
Darn kids grow up and out of childhood bliss,
Some move away or in, if basement’s spare.
Now sleepless nights are somehow dearly missed,
It’s daily worries parents have to bear.
Based on facts darn kids don’t make exceptions,
‘Who is loved more’ stems from misconceptions.
None is perfect thus no one is to blame -
We’re hardwired to love them all the same.
OUCH: AN INSECT MOMENT
A fly flew past me,
A bumblebee chasing it:-
Ouch! An ant bit me!
AN ENJOYED SUMMER DAY
Wow, what a great bath.
Frothing shores entertaining:
Warm body well hued.
Last Friday’s date with Miss Information
Turned out to be wonderful,
She was not what I expected.
Her name is Sophie
And she’s never been woke
Somehow making it all the way through school
Without contracting the post-modernist contagion.
Bright, beautiful, well bred and read
She goes by Ms. not Miss
And if dreams come true
One day will be my Mrs.
(9/24/25)
BACK TO SCHOOL
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In August, young Sam felt quite cool,
with a backpack, he headed to school.
He packed up some peanuts,
and a few silly musical cuts,
in his lunchbox then thought, “Aren’t I a jewel?!”
His classmates all chuckled and cheered,
as he whispered, “I’m ready, don’t fear!”
With a pencil in paw,
he scribbled with awe,
“Math’s nuts! Let’s eat lunch, I declare!”
The teacher, the scholarly Miss Owl, hooted,
“Pay attention, Sam, or to office you’ll be booted.”
But he daydreamed of the oak trees,
and the buzzing of sweet honeybees,
while plotting his next acorn loot.
Emma, Empress of Unicorn Empire,
esprit de corps of elementary school,
expeditious at exaggerating expression,
eagerly extending empathy of enormous embrace,
endless enthusiasm, exuberant existence.
Deacon, Duke of derring-do,
diligently, doggedly daily to delightful displays
of dauntless daredevil, destruction,
determined gamer, droll demeanor,
dearly dedicated to devouring desserts,
Dad's double, diplomat of Dreamland.
I never knew some girls could be so mean
and carry on like a trans high school teen.
It sure ain’t raging hormones
cos this coven are old crones
who crave attention and wish to be seen!
So I shall grant them that wish they so crave
and make ‘em my witch ‘n make ‘em my slave.
I will immortalise ‘em
with my satirical pen
until they want more and make me their fave!
(I think I already am)
Written March 2025
Syllable Counting
Counting syllables is a pain in my rear
Obnoxious divisions to which I must adhere
Understanding them is not clear
Never one to learn much in school
To post good poetry, I must follow the rule.
OR NOT!!!!!
When Shakespeare was in school learning his grammar,
under his breath, you could sometimes hear him stammer,
"Who are these fools
who teach you to write by these rules?
They might as well teach you how to screw in a screw with a hammer!"
With my students I discussed the other day,
the famous line "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may."
Then after the prayer, with which our school day closes,
I heard the headmaster ask, "Anyone know what happened to my roses?"
And giggling to myself, I thought, "No effing way!"
Little Jill loves boating
while big Will water-skies
She holds her water till they dock,
while in the lake Will pees.
Jill goes out sometimes with Phil.
She has a little snack,
but all the crap on Phil’s big plate
could cause a heart attack.
Jill met a guy whose name is Gill.
He thinks that he’s so cool.
But by the way he acts, we know
he never got through grade school.
Jill has her eye on a new guy.
They call him Silly Billy.
Although he’s buff, Jill has been told
he’s got a tiny willy.
Jill has kissed a girl named Milly.
She'll still date a guy,
but she liked that kiss so much,
maybe Jill’s gone Bi.
The girl on the monkey bars likes to bring joy
particularly to every young boy.
who shows up on the school playground.
As she hangs from the bars, the boys gather round
and stand underneath her. I bet you know why.
To look up her dress, the young boys try.
That girl on the monkey bars – I do declare -
some days, so naughty, wears no underwear.
how was school for you back in the day, Grandma?
Well, I could barely read my own writing
The wagon wheels hit every single bump along the Oregon trail.
Why didn’t you ride in a car or a truck? He asked me.
All we had were covered wagons back then.
We had to throw out granny’s organ though; it weighed too much.
Couldn’t get over the mountains with it.
What mountains?
The Missouri Mountains.
I didn’t know there were any Missouri Mountains!
Not any more, I told him, the giant alligators ate them.
My daughter is running her finger around her ear.
But he does not notice.
At age seven, he still loves my stories.
One of my favorite hobbies is being an FBI
It's quite appealing, I can't deny
I get to see all shapes and sizes
Sometimes, my temperature rises
Sometimes, I'm in for a big surprise
Trust me, even you would have to close your eyes
I swear to all, I'm not perverted
It's just a hobby that keeps me deverted
Being an FBI is actually pretty cool
I first started being an FBI back in high school
That's when I first lost my virginity
When girlies noticed my masculinity
And that's the truth. no need to take a lie detector
I'm just an FBI- "Female Boby Inspector"
Oh, how I remember that day at my school
I went to the bathroom and pulled out my tool
Then I noticed down there
Saw- (peach-fuzz)- pubic hair
I felt really big, really proud, really cool