Jokes
Giggles
Lots of laughs
What did the dog say
To the cat with no tail
Nothing at all- dogs can't talk
"Although, it can rain cats and dogs"
I didn't know you could tell jokes !
AP: 3rd place 2026
What is brown and sticky and could have a tickity tick
There are a lot of possibilities, but I believe it is a "Stick"
Let me tell you about the rumor I heard of- about butter
Oh, never mind I shouldn't be "Spreading it"
If by chance you see a bee- don't swat it and don't run
Just look at it- because seeing is "Bee leaving"
Last night a buddy of mine ate a live frog
Sorry to say- last night he "Croaked"
I bet some sucker a fin that I could make a tissue dance
I won...I put a little "Boogie" in it!
Ya know, a car is not a car when it "Turns into" a parking lot
The boy wall and the girl wall decide where to meet...
they finally decided to meet at the "Corner"
There was no chemistry though- there was no "Reaction" from either of them
My kitten taught me how to make an eggroll- she pushed it
I really never been a fan of facial hair, but ya know...
I think it's starting to grow on me.
From henceforth on, I'm a serious bloke.
I'll never take another toke.
For today, I solemnly pledge
I won't say something to drive you off the edge.
I'll never tell another joke.
I won't proceed willy-nilly,
thoughtlessly, with words so silly.
I've turned another page
and learned to act my age.
My reception, I hope, will be less chilly.
I'll never hit your face with pies
or make you roll your pretty eyes.
That's all in the past.
I'm a serious man at last,
though prone to tell some lies.
He stood owning the stage.
He doled out his jokes too funny.
We roared a good laugh.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Many used to tell me it's time to drop off
that's 'cause my initials say I am a DAG
This nickname occurred when these initials
were engraved on a gladstone bag
In days of yore
these comments made me glum
Because a dag is the poo that is found
sticking to the wool surrounding a sheep's bum
DAG can also mean a humorous man
can crack a joke to bring about a smile
That's me that's what I do now
I'm also modest. I do it all with style
If you are feeling rather blue
feeling rather sad feeling rather glum
Just be a happy Dag and not the one
that's sticking to a woolly bum
Picking up the pieces
Hearing your messages
Laughing at your jokes
Falling down again
As the road increases
Guides me through the passages
Of the fears and hopes
That we shared then
Driving out of Jansel Square
Heading towards Marroway
Passing by the Garden market
Taking photographs
And the trees were bare
I didn’t know what to say
Rising from your Wilton carpet
Pippa barked at us…
How I hate it when they call me a clown,
Yet I can't help but make people laugh.
It comes unbidden, needing no invitation —
As though a trove of jokes is placed in my throat.
Often I try to bridle my face and talk tough,
But when a flume of gloom drowns spirits deep down,
Then my sense of humour becomes their salvation —
A spring of joy that quenches sorrow’s drought.
Time has taught me that humour holds a balm ~
It lifts the weight boredom lays on minds.
It brightens paths in life's dark forlorn mines,
And lifts me too, when others' jokes make me smiles.
Humour sheds tears when no cry’s in mind,
It soothes loneliness with enduring calm.
A cashless payment offered sorrow as a fine,
A thrill that ricochets through veins for miles.
A chapter of me should wear the clown's toga proud,
Since joy and radiance my humour brings to faces,
A talent that needs no stress to express,
The reason my presence delights all and sundry.
The warden's dog steals every snack,
The inmates plot to get them back.
A daring heist for honey buns,
'Til Fluffy wins, and off he runs!
The gym’s a war of flexing might,
Larry claims he’s built for flight.
He jumps, he flaps, he hits the ground,
The weights just watch, they don’t rebound.
The prison chef’s the true enigma,
Serving stew with chunks of stigma.
Was that a bean, or was it glue?
If it still moves—you're doomed too.
Tattoo artist, cellblock legend,
Ink by day, regrets by seven.
An eagle looked so tough and wise,
Now it's a penguin with lazy eyes.
The books are old, the pages torn,
The plot? Confusing since day one.
Billy swears it's full of schemes,
Turns out—just grandma's cookie dreams.
The great escape? Just pure finesse,
Using spoons with zero success.
One guy digs for seven years,
He found a pipe—now he’s in tears.
Lights go out, the stories start,
Tallest tales with zero heart.
"Elvis once lived in this cell!"
Sure, and unicorns patrolled as well.
better ways to heal
therapeutic poetry~
a dance of feelings
spoken verse trending
curbs obsessive impulses~
when we meditate
breathe in and speak out
demolish your obsessions~
share and overcome
More can’t piddle with their piddler
Nor can fiddle with their fiddler
Age removes more than a little
Rage just leads to the hospital
Life gives us many fits and starts
Strife’s left once we lose bits and parts
If there’s less poke in your poker
Riff out some jokes from your joker
For the 8x8x8x8 contest
Sharky suave loan shark got ahold of my great aunt Jean Sue
Loaned her twenty thousand at the rate of eighty-two
Eighty-two percent is way too high I said.
Joke’s on him, she told me. I will soon be dead.
Jokes and franks has
Line in between
Friends and transients.
7
7 can make many things:
When paired with 11, it can give us snacks
When paired with the other two quadruplets, 7-7-7 and you get a jackpot
Paired with just one, and an I, It can get us from Ohio to South Carolina
With all 4 of them, you get an unsafe phone or an unsafe safe code: 7777
If it’s made of light, it’s the refraction of light against a mirror
Add one line, and it’s a Z
Take all four of the quadruplets, and combine each one with one line, and someone’s snoring: Zzzz
One B along with three 7’s, and lines, Watch out! A Bee is nearby: Bzzz
7 times a day = a week
52 of 7 days: a year
7 times 3 is my favorite number, and a meme: 21
7 and the next two numbers, no more 9: 7 8(ate) 9
Dad went to work on an egg each day
Til one day the egg cracked on the way
Pants covered in yolk
It was not a joke
That his colleagues egged him on, all day.
Dad had an egg every single day
He wouldn't have it any other way
Til he got egg bound
And suddenly found
That he was clucking the day away.
Daddy was fond of his eggy bready
Every morning mommy got it ready
One day she was late
Much to her distaste
He ran off with merry leggy Peggy.
Daddy asked a barmaid for an eggnog
She thought that he was asking for a snog
She took him outside
And to her surprise
He said I was asking where was the bog.
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