Funny July Poems | Examples
These Funny July poems are examples of July poems about Funny. These are the best examples of July Funny poems written by international poets.
The Fourth of July is almost here,
it will be hot but will it be clear?
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Pretty colors do not run in fear.
The sun is high in the summer sky
And no clouds to be seen
The grass is high neath the summer sky
And growing tall and green
The mower starts with growling roar
And cuts through swaths of fescue
This mowing proves a sweaty chore
And soon I beg for rescue
My lawn’s expanse appears to grow
The longer that I labor
Seems to expand as I cut each row
The mower becomes my sabre
And I a true knight dueling a foe
Who laughs at my every advance
He stands unyielding before each blow
And about the green our martial dance
With never a sign of surrender
The fight goes on between us two
Which shall prove to be the pretender
Victory comes with the aim that’s true
And at last my foe lies low
Beneath the heel of the victor
Yet even now it grows
Who shall win next Saturday?
Sadly there is no predictor
Hot
summer
sun takes turn
with heavy rain,
Bringing two seasons
on this month’s funny phase;
Each event always takes place,
despite sultry atmosphere's craze.
Big surprises come this seventh month-
Fourth and breathtaking halo of the sun.
*Image of Small Beginnings by iStock.
In JULY: Small Begins Mightily
This is July's marks, Fall takes a breather,
so cat hiss, dog bark, who'd backed off--neither,
Fall takes a breather, this is July's marks,
who'd backed off--neither, so cat hiss, dog bark.
A rare sorta scene, a Christmas tree lot,
what if they're closed, Irene, let's ask what they've got,
a Christmas tree lot, a rare sorta scene,
let's ask what they've got, what if they're closed, Irene?
Kids clinched, yes sweetheart, as dog barks, cat hiss,
'Tis keepsakes take part my good sir, and miss,
as dog barks, cat hiss, kids clinched, yes sweetheart,
My Good sir and miss, 'tis keepsakes take part.
A buck for the small, twenty for the big,
we'll return when tall, a buck for that twig,
twenty for the big, a buck for the small,
a buck for that twig, we'll return when tall.
2022 July 30
*4th Place*
Christmas in July or July Celebration
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2022 August
*Rhyme Reversal
RZ aabb, ccdd, eeff, gghh. HMS 10 syllables per 16 lines.
On a snow covered beach in the middle of Summer
Basking in the gloominess of a dark so much glummer
There lived a cow who the cowboy rode so proudly
As he rode past the horse the farmer was milking loudly
Everywhere he rode, leaves were falling from a blue sky
While the joy of Christmas fell upon the fourth of July
We celebrated the holiday with a hot cup of cocoa
And left gifts around the American flag, a little loco
On a snow covered beach in the middle of July
There came the sound of Silent Night’s sigh
Drifting on the air as dazzling fireworks would deny
Today was the day for even reindeer to belie
Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
July 4th 2021 (LOL)
Snow In July? Crazy right?
I was wearing my swimsuit bright.
I called my cousin Little Fred.
He had the biggest slickest sled.
Flakes fell for hours on lilacs and roses.
We stayed out there ‘til we froze our noses.
Our moms and dads called in work, sick.
The roads were icy, black, and slick.
We had the best fun of our lives,
Flopping on that sled in groups of fives,
The neighbors all got together for cheers.
This is the best day of the last five years!
Why it snowed is still a mystery,
But last July went down in history.
Snow in July, amazing, I say.
The very best neighbors, and the very best day!
Written 10-28-2018
Contest: Seasonal or Unseasonal Poetry Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
We're going to step outside
Where mosquitoes will surely bite
They really make you itch,
And with a lot of might,
They hold on really tight
It's hard to put them in sight
But if you slap
and do it just right
You'll be free
at least until tomorrow night
(with help from my three sons)
Light dims in my halo as I am discouraged by the greed.
Wants becoming so desired they are justified as needs.
Why do you prey on the emotions of another?
Smiling in their face like you don't discuss them with others.
Even though I avoid the bs don't think I do not know what was said.
Everything from what I wear, how I act, to the voices in my head.
Why are my words so important to you?
Stop pretending I never did for you and your family when we argue.
One ugly comment after another especially on the topic of weight.
Your words are like poison as you utter nothing but hate.
It's funny how you sit there hanging tightly to ever word.
Trying to call it as you see it but your vision is blurred.
Yes I know you're on here stalking my page.
It is I who feel sorry for you because the ignorant rat doesn't realize it's caged.
BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011
FOXTAIL TRAILS
THE GENTLE WIND TOUCHES FOXTAILS OUTLINING THIS COUNTRY ROAD.
THEY GLISTEN WITH SUNLIGHT POINTING OUT A DIRECTION YET UNTRIED.
LIFE BECKONS LIKE THAT, TO THE UNBEATEN PATH, TO SEE IF WE GET BY
GENTLE URGES ARE TAPPING US, TO SEE IF WE CAN DROP OUR WORRIES AND FLY
.
FOXTAILS HAVE A BAD REP. THEY COME IN SOFT N GREEN, GLIMMERING IN THE SUN
AND BURN, PRICKLY IN THEIR OLD AGE.
NEXT THING YOU KNOW AN UNSUSPECTING ANIMAL HAPPILY GOES BY AND FOXTAIL JUMPS AND HITCHES A RIDE! THE ANIMAL STOPS AND THUMPS UPON ITS’ RUMP
TO SCRATCH THAT FOXTAIL AWAY…WHEREUPON THAT FOXTAIL BURROWS IN THE GROUND TO SLEEP AND DREAM OF ITS’ ONE WONDERFUL RIDE!.
IN THE SPRING A SOFT GENTLE RAIN AWAKENS FOXTAIL FROM ITS’ DREAM, IT GROWS AND GROWS AND POINTS IT’S TOES AND STICKS ITS’ HEAD IN THE WIND !
BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011
It's hot,
Its' sunny,
but not,
that funny.
No it's Christmas,
Christmas in July,
We have memories to spare,
And such a natural high.
No snowman,
No cocoa,
No sad little faces,
No people who are loco
Only presents,
and joy,
Family
and girls and boys
People are here,
to celebrate this season,
the time is now near
to say we're leaving.
So now I must conclude
with this little poem to say,
please be happy, to be here
on this joyful, joyful day.
Flowing, sparkling, refreshingly clear
Dipped in my toes, ah yes too cold -just as I feared
For John Freemans Contest
(Dedicated to Fred Gwynne who died July 2, 1993. He starred as Herman
Munster.)
You had bolts in your neck and a flat head.
Your skin was green and you were undead.
When people saw you, they screamed and ran.
You were very funny and you were also a scary man.
I loved to see you frighten people and make them flee.
But sadly the world lost you in July of 1993.