Whimsical Light Verse Poems | Examples
These Whimsical Light Verse poems are examples of Light Verse poems about Whimsical. These are the best examples of Light Verse Whimsical poems written by international poets.
A sudden drizzle gushed along the street,
That I wiggled out , romping and playing
In my cotton jumpshirt as summer cooled,
To allow a downpour of monsoon rain.
Swerving through puddles where debris
Gathered around little tots' feet,
Our lithe bodies slip-skidded, glided
On a roller-coaster ride of muddy suds... what fun!
Then, I picked dingy ferns coiled by reeds,
Merrily smiling past waters, unclear…
Till Mom and Dad yelled "kids , clean up...”
O youth's play of bubble-pop made us blush.
Then soft winds crooned among the trees
Where only spellbound laughter can recall
This whimsical atmosphere: A time to reel,
To cherish the frolic in heat of summer days
Which spangled my childhood sprees aloft!
At eighty my beloved grandma began buying insane, whimsical things.
Filling her house up with all kinds of feathers, glitter, and bedazzled stuff.
We’ll have to have a garage sale and get rid of it when she is gone.
Or have a bonfire. Lots of laughter.
One of her favorite pieces is her new cake plate.
Polka dotted with a variety of bright colors.
Decorated with enormous red roses.
I love it way too much.
She brings it out for every birthday.
And some un-birthdays too.
I say nothing to these vultures though.
The second you say you like something they begin arguing about it.
These are not easy people.
I was walking down the street with confidence
The day my foot fell off
At first I thought it was a joke
But it turned and
Had its shoe stick out her tongue
They called me names.
“Heavy foot,” “stegosaurus stomp rag,”
Then they started talking about my mama.
It was on!
Radishes, rondeaux, Renaissance and rose.
Rumpelstiltskin’s rear view is clouding my nose.
Furthermore, he’s hoarding the beautiful hose.
And I do not care for the color he’s chose.
Robust Rubenesque warrior woman lady queen,
I need to sneeze, and do not want to be mean.
Radishes, rondeaux, renaissance and rose.
Can you please stop stretching out my well bought clothes?
Bullfrogs in the belfry – get it on.
Butterflies sipping tea – get it on.
Bananas making bread – get it on.
Bubbles beyond belief – get it on.
Bare bottoms bumping blue birds – get it on.
Got on it – hair follicles parading past ferris wheels.
Got on it – hungry appetite hurrying onto subways.
Got on it – helpful hints scurrying onto freight cars
Got on it – hilarious hippos stomping through a zoo.
Got on it – hugs all around for the USA, red, white and blue.
Nonsense soup
Slurped up easily
or gulped down
your choice actually
Swirl it
Whirl it
Swallow it with gusto
Silliness salad
Best side dish with it
Whimsical and delectable
Spinning tales
But what of dessert?
Fool’s gold fudge
Or
Ridiculous raspberries
on top of Ignorant Ice cream?
Your choice really
Galaxy in triplicate
if you don’t mind
my tail is lagging
it’s simply behind
Galaxy for all three of you?
The gentlest Greek gods?
Galaxy in triplicate, now?
What are the odds?
If you get your galaxies,
If I come through and deliver,
Will you make me happy I did?
Will you make me laugh and quiver?
A magician hypnotizes me nightly, taking me to the Planet
Xerox which is in another dimension where I am turned into
A space robot or an alien. I never know which.
The fourth graders sat with their mouths open like cod fish.
It was Chet’s first day, and the teacher had asked him to
Tell them a bit about his life.
The teacher was confused. This is supposed to be nonfiction,
She told Chet. You know what that is, right?
The kids waited, eagerly.
“I know it, but I do not practice it,” Chet said.
Taking his place as the proud alpha of the class.
The teacher knew she was going to have an interesting year now.
She threw her son in the ocean.
To make him a fish.
He began treading water.
Granting her wish.
She took her daughter to parties.
To make her popular and hardy.
But the daughter was unkind, nasty, a poop.
So no one liked her is the scoop.
Come into my restaurant said the spider to the fly.
I am serving wally beetle juice which you will need to try.
I am not sold on it yet, the fly said to the Spider king,
But the name of it does have a rather appealing ring.
Chef King Spider was relentless, being a king and all.
So the fly stopped by for a little sip, in a glass so tall.
The next day on the menu was Smashed Goo-Fly Casserole.
Which was served in big bites to every living spider soul.
If you happen to Spider King’s Restaurant say hello for me.
I will not be stopping for I know how cagey he can be.
He has already served my miniature dog Jasper who tried to fight him.
I am afraid Naïve Human Being Soup will be the next menu item.
Career assessment test
In college assessment office
Multiple choice test.
Choose your best answer.
Would you rather
Be to be a detective?
Video Game Designer?
Author?
Her write in answer:
Princess
Please.
Supervisor prematurely.
Rolls eyes
Silly her. She haughtily thinks.
Name of student
Meghan Markle
Now who Is laughing?
My next brain needs a bigger cow catcher.
The one I have now barely clears wolves and bears.
I want a scoop that will clear a huge swath.
Can push away skyscrapers and fire stairs.
To be able to blade away snowplows too.
Would make my heart leap with sheer crazy joy.
A blade to whisk away all sad, all thoughts of blue.
A fifty-five foot cowcatcher of fun, oh boy!
Assuring a zig-zagging zebra a zinc zim-bam-boo
without cash, is so brash! As then you will have to give two.
Insuring a zoo master a zebra might rim-ram-roo
Practically tantamount to mashing a crashing bamboo.
As if you need any more trouble, my quim-quam-quaroo.
On your dash I shall lash a mashed mangled measly mad macaroo.
A sillier more gnashy poem I could try to get you.
But first let me throw in some trash, and a rash for us two.
A bullfrog jumped into my eye socket today.
Pushed my retina aside, and was clearly on his way.
I can feel him jumping around. My sight is blurry.
Doctor, please come quick, as if you are in a hurry.
How dare you!
The masses were enthralled.
Christopher Columbus was going to get himself imprisoned.
It is treason!
It is blasphemy!
It is not what we believe!
Even if it is the truth? Christopher asked the queen.
Especially then, she said, as they dragged him to the dungeon.