Kazoo Poems - Poems about Kazoo

Elmer Fudd learned how to play the kazoo He felt he needed to do something new First he would inhale Then he would turn pale Oops! His kazoo was a You Tube taboo...

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There once was a hippie played a kazoo He'd make that kazoo do things it couldn't do -- It would sound like a horn From Louie Armstrong torn -- He'd play taps on a harmonica too...

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There once was an emigrant from Peru Who couldn't master the art of kazoo--- It got stuck in his gums He poured in some rum--- And now he can play 'Toodle-oo.'...

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Growing up I always had Some very special friends Where we shared in everything Even our love for Heavy Death Metal Bands But every time one of us Pick up an instrument Whether banging, blowing, or strumming We never made a lick of sense That is until we found the jewel That we all could play Which turned around our tender lives And tenderized us all...

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Going through some of those old winter blues Not uncommon in Canada no sun in our view For months on end A mood light is my friend Brightens my mood as I play my kazoo © Jack Ellison 2016...

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I was sleeping, soundly sleeping When I heard a loud kazoo Then I wondered, “What was that noise?” That had brought my dreams askew So I got up and I went searching, searching for the loud kazoo When I found nothing, I thought “Good, now I can start my dreams anew.” Only half an hour passed before I heard the...

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