In a basket he once sat
Black and fluffy and slightly fat.
Dreamies were his Friday treat
And he very often snuggled by your feet.
Hanging off a door
His eyes would search
For Sam and Elly.
Where very often they would both be eating
Jelly.
Mates he made in other cats
Friends for life
Fancy that!
Somehow though
Stampy always knew he was top cat.
Lana desperately searches for her mate
and wonders daily why he’s always late.
Why hasn’t he touched his plate?
Time heals pain
And we loved stampy because he was wonderfully insane
A gladsome tree, you
Or far less amused
Lowering these, your limbs to
Snatch that in them held?
I can't tell. Except
With no wind to blame
Mushiest, as for it kept
A head, one apple
Of a size none can grapple
Has on it just ' felled'.
I didn't know you could tell jokes !
AP: 3rd place 2026
My maw groans, I browse
But empty fridge stares at me,
BLINKIT finds my house.
Amidst subdued yawns
Through long-winding verbal wail,
At late last it dawns
On all--the reason--
Tea break long overdue was
To freeze all frisson,
Comes when tea-coffee,
Stimulating morphed out mood,
Kills all atrophy.
Let no haikus rhyme,
But there’s no crime if they do,
Should lemon be lime.
For, here’s the last word:
You’ve the licence, break all rules,
Sing like a free bird.
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Happenings | 05.06.2026 | funny, humour, poetry, Haiku
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Haiku, a traditional Japanese poetry on nature, seasons, or human emotions that captures a fleeting moment ever so briefly is increasingly becoming a playground for humour and wit in today’s world in hurry having no time for a long-winding punch line. Some haikus here say so in traditional three-line format of 5-7-5 syllables—in brief moments of minimalism.
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From reflection deep
To tongue-in-cheek comic clip,
Haikus have held grip,
Poets caring scant
Have haiku boundaries bent,
And there’s not a dent,
From an art ancient
Holding a fleeting moment,
Hums of humour rant.
Humour all alive
In forward flow were to drive
Looks dainty if naïve,
If brevity rules
In this world of AI schools,
Punch lines look like jewels,
In haiku’s kingdom
Humour for long may well hum,
Not long drawn ho-hum.
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Happenings | 03.06.2026 | funny, humour, poetry, Haiku
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Haiku, a traditional Japanese poetry on nature, seasons, or human emotions that captures a fleeting moment ever so briefly is increasingly becoming a playground for humour and wit in today’s world in hurry having no time for a long-winding punch line. Some haikus here say so in traditional three-line format of 5-7-5 syllables—in brief moments of minimalism.
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From reflection deep
To tongue-in-cheek comic clip,
Haikus have held grip,
Poets caring scant
Have haiku boundaries bent,
And there’s not a dent,
From an art ancient
Holding a fleeting moment,
Hums of humour rant.
Humour all alive
In forward flow were to drive
Looks dainty if naïve,
If brevity rules
In this world of AI schools,
Punch lines look like jewels,
In haiku’s kingdom
Humour for long may well hum,
Not long drawn ho-hum.
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Happenings | 03.06.2026 | funny, humour, poetry, Haiku
So Spake Simple Simon
Is it right and proper to treat us fools so bad?
We are but simple souls, not completely mad.
This world is but a complex place full of traps and snares
That can catch us all out if we’re taken unawares
Even Kings and courtiers find themselves caught out
So, what chance do we have who know next to nought
We are so often laughed at as we try to understand
Why it is that others have all the wealth and land
And when we ask for twopence for to buy some food
We are told we’re stupid and we’re not doing any good
And when we would go fishing so very far from sea
We practice in a bucket. It made such sense to me
And as for seeking plums for to make some jam
Whilst I was a searching, I was chased by a ram
That landed me in thistles; not pleasant you’ll agree
All that was in the larder was dry bread for my tea.
I could go on for ever about injustice and ill use
How those who care not for others avoid the truth
Who only see the world through their selfish eyes
People who are less fortunate are those they despise.
Life's one big practical joke.
I'm standing on top of the world.
Laughter gets me through anything.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Imagine not even being smart enough to claim to be a practical idiot.
While down in hell paying my rent walking along a dark wall, Marcus was climbing from other side to come see me, I mentioned should I let down my hair for you to climb up, knowing I had small haircut, he laughed just on my way to see you for a quiet word. With a cheesy grin.
Autocracy, as seen so far,
And humour strange bedfellows are.
If one drives men crazy,
Humour makes life easy
If not gagged, tells me a far star.
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Happenings | 02. 04.2026 | humour, wit, government, limerick
Note: It is ironic. Iran, where people’s mouths are sealed, is now found hailing its people pounding at Trump. Fair enough, free speech is welcome, be it Iran, Russia, China or North Korea.
POTD is often filled with sadness
Not often is there joy and gladness
Not much laughter fills this world
Little humour gets unfurled
Little gratitude for what one has
Woe is me I'm lost and sad alas
Lets have some days of poetic jokes
Lots of fun filled jolly pokes
Great medicine comes from laughter
Lifts the spirit for hours long after
POTD sometimes filled with glee
Are there others or is this invitation only me
Perhaps at least one day a month a Sunday
to be reserved for a POTD humour fun day
Cats like luxury,
And expect you
To provide it,
And feed them,
Then they decide
Whether to allow
You to stroke them,
Hug them, even maybe
Slightly squeeze them.
But always remember,
Cats don’t have owners,
They have staff,
So whatever you do,
Don’t displease them!
Carl’s frequently picking his nose
He's saving it, as does twin Rose
They now have a huge pile
Of dried snot, it's so vile
And daily their collection grows!
Their mother found the pile of snot
And deftly removed the whole lot
Carl cries, Rose starts bleating
"That snot was for eating"
Their mother does not care a jot!
Florist Gerald, who lived with his mother,
In corsage became killer Camilla.
As never the bride,
Errant men he handtied,
And with spray of cyanide, he did smother.
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