Funny Light Poems | Examples
These Funny Light poems are examples of Light poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Light Funny poems written by international poets.
I once knew a trucker unmated
Often, he’d become quite frustrated
Known to be lazy
Flies drove him crazy
Their survival skills are underrated
The Stumble and Rise Poetry Contest
Back in my military days I was at chapel one Sunday morning and the Chaplain was really getting into his sermon, true story.
THE SERMON
The preacher preached with such passion,
his words he just didn't ration,
he exclaimed that's no s***,
upon realizing it,
recovered in clerical fashion!
So be there
SO BE THERE
TO KNOW MY LOVE FOR YOU AT THE LAST SUNSET
TO KNOW YOUR HEART AND GUT FEELINGS FOR THEY RIDE TOGETHER FOR CARNIVALS OFFEN
MAYBE STILL CONFUSED ABOUT OUR LOVE
WHICH ROLLS MORE THAN THE WHEELS RIDES ON MY NEARBY CHILDREN PLAYGROUND
SO BE THERE FOR MORE OR NO MORE OF US
WELL THAT WOULD DO .......
Instead of acting like you’re in mourning
With a smiling face, just say good morning
Instead of walking around with a frown
Just be happy without being a clown
Kids don’t need for your tales to be gory
Why not share with them, a funny story
No need to go on about your ex-wife
Say something humorous about your life
To break the ice so that others will laugh
This morning, I woke up, clothed in the bath
Carton Character Clerihew
12.8.25
Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse
wanted to buy a fancy estate house
went scurrying to a corporation bank
found it full of greedy glitzy hanks !
Donald Trump
jumping hundreds of humps
chowing quite a bit of rumps, red faced
wonder if he suffered mumps, imagine him laced …
Elon Musk
rid himself of tusks and husks
millions in bank
thank dank stank Hank
Wholesome humour
reverberates freedom mirth
shared in the family of joy-filled home
making us have a taste of heaven on earth...
Daddy’s jokes champion laughter
easing gloom of loss for triumph-birth
sometimes his riddles keep us chuckling
as his cheerful life enigmas we try to unearth...
Mama’s sense of humour is undeniably funny
letting us praise her midst warmth of fellowship hearth
oh, how I miss those exuberant times
along my reflection of gladness-values' worth.
As we rejoice in the Lord* always
good sense of humour is never a dearth
since it "blunts the sharp blades of reality"
while making us thankful to God for our divine jubilant perth.
June 28, 2025
*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
2nd place, "A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on /30/2025
She gathers her arms for her nightly fight
to do battle with her hair, to “get it right”
she’s been cursed with unruly, super fine hair
that won’t cooperate and flies everywhere.
Oh, to have thick, voluminous hair
so sheik, so silky, so shiny and fair
spun layers of gold, or deep auburn flair
or lovely chestnut tones, “fabu-lair”!
But, alas, unwanted whispy is she
as she settles into her pin-curl “soirée”
she wrestles her head scarf to keep it tight
and prays it “stays put” while she sleeps at night.
In the morning, her second round fight resumes
unpinning her curls, knows they’ll fall flat real soon
next comes the teasing, the crimping, the spray
knowing the volume won’t last half a day.
Then sighing, with hand mirror, checks every spot
every turn, every angle, she does this a lot
I wait for my mother to finish her hair
If “it isn’t right” we’re not going anywhere!
the silver birch
it likes to hide
so as you search
at eventide
you find it there with many friends
playing poker through the night
the common oak
a wise old man
an aging folk
since time began
grandfathers of the forest they
speak myth and folklore when they can
the sycamore
with helicopter seeds
sets out its store
among the weeds
then grows to be big and strong
from people’s picnics on which it feeds
the horse chestnut
is the conker tree
the children’s favourite
but too spikey
until they are ready later on
and why kids were late home for tea
the yew
is old
and grew
so slow
its age is in millennia
and battles from the archer’s bow
the hawthorn
its blossom white
and at dawn
as if it snowed all night
then all too soon the white has gone
a desperate case of bad stage fright
the conifer
fir, spruce and pine
a regular
likes mead and wine
to keep it warm in winter then
comes into homes at Christmas time
Crow (Blackus Menacingus)
large, clever and a scavenger
found in gardens where there’s trees
good at puzzles, can be trained
likes TV shows about celebrities
Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus)
common gardeners friend is he
perched on the handle of a spade
looking out for bugs and worms
went on a holiday to Adelaide
Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus)
light brown plumage with spotted front
easily identifiable medium bird
known for a complex, tuneful song
makes jam tarts with lemon curd
Starling (Impressiveus In-A-Large-Flockus)
iridescent all year bird
feathers change colour in the sun
swarms in huge numbers then
off to the pub for rowdy fun
Wren (Smallus Sticky-Uppy-Tailus)
one of the tiniest garden birds
surprisingly loud and piercing voice
small, round body, quick and gone
to play boardgames and other toys
Puffin (Brightus Beakus)
black and white with colourful bill
dives the water for its food
coastal, cliffside, craggy nest
sends birthday cards that are very rude
jam
it’s
sweeter than ham
stickier than a dam
spreadier than a ram
welcomier than spam
jarier than a can
jellier than a plan
though
not drivier than a van
not talkier than a man
not blowier than a fan
not cuddlier than a gran
not crustier than a flan
not detailier than a scan
jam
dessert door dessert door
opens to custard and cream
but jester broke in
with bells and a spoon
. . . and
off with his head!
said the queen
dessert door dessert door
to a room of pudding galore
the king in his undies
snuck in there one night
. . . and
then went again
for some more
When I stumbled upon Alice's hole,
I felt an overwhelming joy envelop my soul.
With little fear of harm or peril,
I could now crawl into the tale of Lewis Carroll,
and be an eyewitness to that fantastical rigmarole.
The first time you kissed me, it was such a shock,
I literally saw time stop on the old kitchen clock.
But before you accuse me of over-the-top flattery,
let me assure you, it turned out to be just a dead battery.
And once replaced, time started again with the same old tick-tock.