Funny Irony Poems | Examples
These Funny Irony poems are examples of Irony poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Irony Funny poems written by international poets.
Verse 1]
You're so incredible,
the most amazing man.
I'm taken to new heights of pleasure
with the touch of your hand.
There will never be another man
in my life who compares.
Your eyes, your smile...
no one as perfect anywhere.
I will never forget, or stop loving you...
Well would ya lookie here, my dear…
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan dreams that will never come true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever
good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
[Verse2]
You are the man
of every woman's dreams.
You sure knew your way
around my body
I guess I had you going
with all the fuss I made
So glad I was the star of all my high-school plays
Because you are an imposter...
And baby I should win an Oscar…
Cause as you can see
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan the dreams that are never coming true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
MORBID-19
Gain of function? *
Fauci says it's fiction **
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation
First shot
Globalist propaganda
What's their agenda?
Trusting the media
I welcome mRNA
Second shot
Side effects appear
Should I mutineer?
As I wrangle my fear
The next jab I cheer
Third shot
Again they stab my vein
I feel an intense pain
Clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain
Fourth shot
Am I being foolish?
Swimming in a Petri dish
My free will I relinquish
One more dose to finish
Fifth shot
Now and forever
I am a cadaver
Notes:
* Gain of function (GOF) is research to make a pathogen x10 to
x100 times more dangerous than normal.
** Anthony Fauci; infectious disease expert, director of NIAID,
funded Coronavirus GOF research in Wuhan lab in China.
Didn’t take a notice where in the news today
His real name appeared as if out of the blue
I’m Punishment, he said, unknowingly they pray
But that’s the funny side of job I used to do
I send them troubles to enjoy the pain I bring
They have inherited their guilt since the day one
And if you ask what is the point there’s no such thing
It’s chaos that I organize for little fun
I’m not the very special one, I do the same
That all the tyrants would, only my scale
Lack any limits so you have to play the game
According to the rules my scholars like to change
You better join the club of supplicants I run
The most obedient are pleased with what they get
I know you didn’t approve the things I’ve done
Still it’s never too late to place a tiny bet.
Here comes a generation of substance.
Trouble lies, her name is Constance
Future of tomorrow caught with substance
Imagine Janet, Judith, Tiktok for instance.
Looking Hot another name for Misconduct.
Tell Angela Martins I have her product.
She ordered ring light for brightness
With a future filled with darkness.
Technology is sweeter than Candy,
Sweeter than the candy I gave to Andy.
Teenagers teenaging in Advancement,
With rationality reduced to Entertainment.
Tiktok, Facebook and Whatsapp,
Nigerians are lost in you dear App.
Tell them what you're meant for,
Lest we dance wastefully to Old age.
I have lost my spectacles
I can't read or write without them
I search my table, drawers, bed and selves
I am totally helpless and at a loss without them.
Oh! I might forget what I need to write
If I don't find them quickly enough
Suddenly I notice myself in the mirror
There they're perched on my head!
Funny
Pride
is the
Punchline
to the
Joke
That
You
Are.
-Gray Squirrel
03-26-2024
A bouquet of shamrocks glisten,
they call magick;
Under a rainbow they sprout high;
This sky? Classic;
Golden sunshine adds to the glow,
What a vision;
Leprechaun’s pot hidden details,
mischief hails fun;
You think it’s found so you give chase,
rushing a field;
Met with just grass and a chuckle,
coin haul concealed.
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.
Rants do not make great songs
Rosanne Barr I am sorry to say
not so great in a thong
when you sell no tickets
you have no show
Unless you on the side streets of cali
among peepers and creepers
then ticket sales of two are no crime
if you over and above nineteen
invite the crowds to see the obscene
When the show is over and done
make sure the phones delete
the evidence of sins and desperate crumbs
if you have no voice
there is no musical lyric to rejoice
There on to you!!!
Your idiot brother
Hovered over a Starbucks,
Your sister was seen
Cruising Rodeo Drive.
And Uncle Henry
Got hold of a bottle
George W. Dickle
Tennessee Sippin’ Whiskey
…and you know Uncle Henry!!!
Left his “vehicle”
In the river….
They’re still dredging
Papa says he’s had it with you guys
And Mama said
She’ll leave a light on.
Your best bet is…
Head to the border
Claim asylum
Head for San Francisco
…You’ll fit right in.
Love
Auntie Grnshht
Near the park, I screamed at a big chap—
“Do not pee by the roadside, ape-man!”
oh, because I seen fright,
I peed on a shrub a night.
The shrub —JESUS! —was a drunk man.
You can’t understand how that sounds.
You laugh, but you look like clowns.
Don’t repeat the joke. Don’t assail
my ears with what you would call a humorous tale.
I don’t have the patience for this. My head pounds.
I’d rather eat coffee grounds
than listen to your waste of nouns.
But heaven forbid you notice this detail.
You can’t understand.
Your obliviousness astounds.
It begins to escape the bounds
of what reality should entail.
Yet you seem infinitely able to exhale
nonsense. There is so much about you which confounds.
You can’t understand.
Within me,
Strength.
I feel it now.
How wonderful.
I feel its potential.
Driving me
To better myself.
How funny.
That this should come,
Shortly after
The trigger.
and all of a sudden
time stood still
as if to laugh at me
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on April 11, 2023 for contest SIMPLY POETRY 2 sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS - RANKED 8TH