Funny Monorhyme Poems | Examples
These Funny Monorhyme poems are examples of Monorhyme poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Monorhyme Funny poems written by international poets.
Mr Brown longed to be a clown,
but Mr brown he had a frown,
so every circus turned him down.
Even his smile was upside down;
you look too sad, said Mrs Brown
for you to ever be a clown;
you'll scare the kids with that mean frown.
I'll wear a hat upon my crown
and baggy pants, said Mr Brown,
tell funny jokes, bring the house down;
fall down, jump up, again fall down
I'll be the tops, talk of the town.
Calm down, calm down, said Mrs Brown
you'll never ever be a clown
with your sad, scowling, scary frown.
I read in paper of renown
of a mortician's job in town
a fitting job for man with frown;
so let us have, said Mrs Brown
no more nonsense about a clown.
Persnickety pig, persnickety pig
Would you like to smoke a favorite cig?
Cancer chances are amazingly big
He is being tempted by his cousin Quig
How about alcohol? Please take a swig.
Come here, persnickety pig, don’t be a prig.
Person who added this was his cousin Zig
For this cousin PP did not give a fig.
Zig thought this was funny, he danced a jig
Loud snapping noises, he had stepped on a twig
Persnickety pig, persnickety pig
Where is your mud? I have a need to dig.
his infantine fit was funny to see
coming out of a usually reserved Mr. Lee
he had been brainwashed by Trump TV
subliminal clips that ruined our friend Mr. Lee
Girl wearing lavender brought us carrots at the hutch.
We were appreciative, liked these orange things very much.
Stay and have some with us, suggested my cousin, Dutch.
Sorry, she said. I have to go get a car with a clutch.
Aren’t those old-fashioned? Asked my uncle Smutch.
Yes, but I like antiques, said the girl, I have an old-person’s touch.
Dutch thought it was funny, and laughed, and Smutch yelled “Dutch!”
He did not want the feelings hurt of girl who brought us carrots at the hutch.
Angel Pink and Angel Blue were the best duo in 2022.
They decorated Christmas trees without paste or glue.
Making a splash that was unexpected, not overdue.
We liked them a bunch, Angel Pink and Angel Blue.
They each had a unique Christmas hairdo
Angel Pink also had a parakeet that flew
Angel Blue’s outfit was a particular hue
His hair twisted into a funny curly-que
I saw them at church as I sat down in the pew
Where I could smell the kitchen’s beef stew
Angel Blue brought in a parrot without a clue
The bird kept yelling “Pee U” to the parishioners too.
The king announced he might abdicate,
but first his enemies he would castigate.
He thought slowly and did concentrate
before he sought them to intimidate.
His comely wife he did adulate.
He did not wish to deprecate
her reputation so he did hesitate,
himself or her, to incriminate.
She had no thought to duplicate,
no desire at all to replicate
and he was willing to extricate
himself from the desire to procreate.
His enemies ready to infiltrate,
he sought the wisdom to meditate
on how he might obdurate
and keep his kingdom inviolate.
His name is Zed, he is a pumpkin head.
This is funny I said to my pal, Jed.
He said I kid you not. Please get out of bed.
I want you to meet Zed before he is wed.
I knew I would not be interested no matter how led.
My pal Jed is a trickster, amply named and fed.
He probably made up a story about a pumpkin head.
I brought along my sister and her boyfriend Ned.
Her boyfriend is a physician at K-med.
My cheeks were embarrassed, and my face was red.
When I was introduced to Zed, the pumpkin head.
I thought you were fictitious, I stupidly said.
He laughed at that and threw back his head.
Almost as good as what I thought; I thought you were dead.
We both glared at Jed, who was as silly as his twin Ted.
But here you are alive and well, instead said Zed.
Consider the worst that can happen to you:
A lingering June-July-August case of the flu,
Or waking one morn and you can’t do No. 2
Finding your 20-year-old is selling home brew
Your parakeet flies into your mulligan stew,
A summons from the IRS, you haven’t a clue
Your thumb and index finger meet super glue
The last three checks you wrote over-drew,
Your turn to speak, and you've missed your cue
You haven’t the faintest notion what to do!
Written July 4, 2022
eye see you so the blind man said
as in each hand he held a fishy head
their steely eyes were icy cold and dead
his wit it seems barely hanging by a thread
in a flash he ran home, lightning-fast he fled
soon overtaken by the smell of gingerbread
he ate a hundred cookies till he was fully fed
and off he rolled and finally found his bed
AP: 2nd place 2022
She has a pink catitude that cannot be undone.
She is clever and funny with lots of feline fun.
I love her cat ears, they are not prissy or overdone.
I am quite all right that she is cat number one
Turtle, turtle, in your shell
Your backside is as hard as hell
Turtle, turtle, in your shell
Come on out, I've rung your bell
There's more than just size to the elephant,
they do do some things that the others can't.
Many stories show these acts as valiant;
in the wild, grand gestures seem elegant.
Their wisdom is "ear-ily" evident,
nothing too pithy or given to rant -
like wry witticisms from Oscar Levant.
Or, Ogden Nash whose stanzas are extant,
not the rhymes of some silly sycophant.
Pachyderms make empathy "rel-e-phant"!
I grabbed the drum sticks, sat down hard and slapped out a beat.
My friend laughed because drunk, I am hilariously funny, a treat.
This is the best you’ve been, you’re a comedian bard, quite a feat!
I danced my feet off, and slammed those sticks so sunny and sweet.
Someone tried to get us off the stage but we held our ground.
Get them more drinks! A group of drunks yelled our way all around.
We are the best musicians we screamed, not safe or sound.
Laughed our petootsies off until later when on U-tube we were found.
Witch Shelby is adorable, so smart and sweet.
Dressed like a square and light on her feet.
She’s friendly and funny and knows how to tweet.
You have to meet her today, Mr. Warlock G. Pete.
Do not serve her white bread, she only eats wheat.
Marvel at her knowledge, her education complete.
You will find her flying around on Halloween Street.
I think as a couple you cannot be beat!
The shy answer troll in the sycamore tree
Refused to come out for the chickadee.
So we sent our best fairy named sweet pie.
Her wand carved a mark in form of a zee.
Geese overhead flashed a pretty vee.
Sweet pea was the most polite she could be.
She did find out he was Larry McGee.
The next to try was a red bumblebee.
I am sent to ask you to please agree.
To attend our mixer beside the tea.
Our fabulous music and food is free.
The guest of honor is Simon Legree.
Larry McGee got down on one knee.
And took out his favorite fiddle wee.
He shook out his favorite BVD
Began to practice with a hee hee hee
Entire meadow was happy with glee
When the fiddle and the troll they did see
He apologized to the chickadee
She totally accepted his apology