Silly Humorous Poems | Examples
These Silly Humorous poems are examples of Humorous poems about Silly. These are the best examples of Humorous Silly poems written by international poets.
You say you are my foe
But you're not, no you're not
You're only a faux foe
With your face slimed with snot.
I agree it’s a flaw, to lack respect
For the usual silly proud words that match
Some symbolic achievement where I didn’t act
Didn’t bother to start “my way” from scratch
Wasn’t able to worry about learning curve
Didn’t listen to those dour faces drag
Took them maybe easier than they deserve
Never waved any bright or a bleached rag
I don’t have the required reserves of hypocrisy
Wouldn’t initiate any commences
Neither I stand for empire nor democracy
With folly defense at my own expenses
Call me a psycho gripped by indifference
Call me whatever you like but don’t kill
Deceased, I won’t add any sensual coherence
To the mess you alter thinking it’s your will.
Disclaimer: This poem is intended to be humorous...no ill intent or pointing fingers at anyone's poetic style
I am ink~
itchy ideas, insisting
every phrase feels plush,
stuffed with swirling, shimmering syllables.
My poem puffs up like a preening peacock of consonants,
a silly, spiraling storm of sounds
stampeding across the page in showy shoes,
tripping over their own tangled tresses
turning simple thoughts into sonic fireworks,
I still scribble on,
a stubborn servant of sumptuous speech,
savoring each soft, spiraled sparkle
even though the poem pleads for peace
from my persistent, passionate, perilously plentiful alliteration.
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The acedia
was increasing.
A bullfinch
approved it.
Urinalysis:
hallelujah.
The goat
was bareheaded
and factual.
There was
a small erythema
in the banknote.
We were
not alarmed.
We were
ceremonious.
Again,
the antiproton
asked for proof.
No proof
was available.
The hawfinch
was responsible.
?
Platitudinous ponderosity
All these nouns sound so silly
A bawdy outward display from ostentation
A twist or fold from overt placation
An act, an instance or state of expansion
Increase in size from flatulent action
Assuming what is not natural or real
A false display of affectation or zeal
Pretension and haughtiness
It’s distastefully adorned with gaudiness
Promulgating esoteric cogitations
Articulating psychological observations
Ingesting superficial sentimentalities
Beware of platitudinous ponderosities
Resolution:
(And to all those who attempt to fleece
I have made a call to The Dream Police
And if you must know, his name is Rick
And he’s in band called Cheap Trick)
She had a grin to beguile.
Her teeth shone white with her smile.
That all went away
on that dreadful day
her beau went the extra mile!
I didn't do what I did
the evidence is a fib
A victim of circumstance I be
need a dream team to set me free
Don't believe your lying eyes
things you saw are silly lies
Any video of guilt they shows
is just an AI fake we knows
Innocent as a newborn baby
ever do wrong a little maybe
But for this I did not do
those lying facts can't be true
Get me a jury just like me
and a woke judge that agrees
And send me millions for my defense
so I can live large at suckers expense
If no crime can do no time
set me free let me be
How can this sentence be for real
need more money for my appeal
Got to listen to what I said
I didn't do what I did
my robot friend and me
got caught in the rain you see
pouring rain
hope no pain
now we call him Rusty
They called him doggy while growing up
Because he growled when his temper erupt
The name it stuck though
He had a son you know
He got tagged forever the name pup
I used to have a stro,
(a stro?)
I called it ‘my stro’
(Hmm …)
By itself it felt so dull
(I’m sure)
Then one day during the lull
(Yes?)
I added a simple ditty
(La, La, La …)
Accompanied by my kitty
(Meow …)
People liked it so well
(Kudos! Bravo!)
Gave me a nickname that’s swell
(What?)
They called me ‘maestro’
(Ahh …)
That’s all I know!
(Finally!)
Who put the engine in the middle of the train
I have set so long I am going insane
I am not going cuckoo
What I said is not poo poo
Somebody put an engine at the end of the train
The man in the elevator wore trousers like a skirt,
topped by a foul-smelling creased crimson shirt
that stank like rotten onion, the scent failing to drift.
I stood by his side, through the crowd I couldn’t shift,
I held my breath as long as I could, felt I would faint.
So, plugging my nose while I tested my self-restraint
I heard him say rather loudly, “it’s a new perfume”.
I thought it’s his silly invention to make people fume.
When the lift stopped running out at the ordeal’s end
I told him “nice perfume, gift a bottle to you girlfriend”.
I forgot what I forgotten
and I knew what I know
Life is always choices
so I am told.
If empty calories don't fill you up
why do I have a wide butt?
Your belly swells jolly
chin doubles up
and disposition is sweet
loving peanut butter cups.
Sodas are fountain
of sparkling fizzy joy
candies gorge a mountain
fantasy of every girl and boy.
All sweets any flavor
never get enough
Taste of sugar goodness
now that is the stuff
Juices overflow
into my giant mug
honey is a miracle
made by flying bugs.
Get a sugar high
jittery running around
Than fast asleep you crashed
lying on the ground.
Happy Halloween of long ago
when receiving free candies overflowed
Say Trick or Treat in scary costumes or cute
mountain of candy you earn childhood loot.
LIFE IN ACORNISTAN
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There once was a brown-haired squirrel named Stan,
the charismatic, electrifying mayor of Acornistan.
His fur held a most strange zap
“We’ve got to do something ASAP!”
His advisor suggested, “Call in the g-man.”
They summoned a blind man from Bhutan
‘You’re fur’s gotta go,’ he said, his face deadpan.
‘But like Samson, I’ll lose my power
To this static I shall never cower!
You’ve got to have another gameplan.”
‘Maybe some crème rinse or a bit of Dippity-Do*
will eliminate the static from your furry ‘do.’
‘Dippity Do,’ Stan exclaimed. “Just who are you?
Go back to Bhutan, you silly man. Shoo! Shoo!’
‘Stan decreed. ‘No static in Acornistan. Static adieu, adieu!’
PATTERN BALDNESS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stu the squirrel looked in the mirror with a fright.
“Oh no! My fur’s vanishing! What a horrible sight.”
What’s become of my ‘furdo?'
Maybe fur I can put on with glue.
OOPS! That doesn’t look right! Dastardly plight!”
He tugged at his thinning tufts with despair,
"Is this really the fate I must bear?
Squirrel pattern baldness,” they say,
“Runs deep in my crew’s way,
But I’d rather have fluffy brown hair!"
So Stu bought himself a furry, brown cap
But alas, looked as if he was wearing burlap.
Discarded it with a single motion
Giving up his silly notions.
Smiling, he admitted, “I’m still a charming chap.”