Funny Music Poems | Examples
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In a song I like,
Which I rarely hear,
Called “One Bourbon,”
And “One Scotch, One Beer,”
There’s a line I love
And the way it goes
“Everybody funny,”
I suppose,
Is the perfect way
To describe us all,
For there’s nobody
That I recall
Without traits and quirks,
Both the good and bad,
That can make you smile
Or can drive you mad.
Human ways to be
One can thus define
As unique and, yes,
That’s including mine.
We get through our lives
In our “funny” ways
As George Thorogood*
Catches in that phrase.
*recorded in 1977 by
George Thorogood & the Destroyers
I marveled her inch by inch
Such a perfect specimen
Cloaking the details of our
togetheress I wished her
mine in a respective fashion
She stood before me for me
to adore, I sought refuge in
my head to control the edges
Of passion that had me wishing
Wanting and lusting for her
Moments seemed like days
I hummed to be evasive
And sang when it was my part
Restarting our togetherness
For it to only restart
The passions of needing
The passions of wanting
Might love find us
As a lustful pleasing played it's
Part .
A drink to discover her tolerance
of me
Her wanting to smile a need for her
to be
I laughed as she was funny
I loved as she entertained
I costed out our togetherness
As each opportunity came
Communative she pondered
To ask communative information
I quickly responded to her communication
Love is on going
Might to which lovers start a new
Wham bam thank you ma'am
Sorry we are through
I marveled her inch by inch
Such a perfect specimen
Cloaking the details of our
togetheress I wished her
mine in a respective fashion
She stood before me for me
to adore, I sought refuge in
my head to control the edges
Of passion that had me wishing
Wanting and lusting for her
Moments seemed like days
I hummed to be evasive
And sang when it was my part
Restarting our togetherness
For it to only restart
The passions of needing
The passions of wanting
Might love find us
As a lustful pleasing played it's
Part .
A drink to discover her tolerance
of me
Her wanting to smile a need for her
to be
I laughed as she was funny
I loved as she entertained
I costed out our togetherness
As each opportunity came
Communative she pondered
To ask communative information
I quickly responded to her communication
Love is on going
Might to which lovers start a new
Wham bam thank you ma'am
Sorry we are through
Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair
She's hot, yes, but she's also cool
she is a gem, she is a jewel
I think she's great (and I'm no fool)
she beats those drums like she's old school
she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny
she hits them like they owe her money
and one thing more I'll tell you honey
she's on that kit whether cloudy or sunny
She's been that way right from the start
plays from the the soul, plays from the heart
she always does more than her part
it's not just passion, it's her art
looking back I am that fool
dug in like a Missouri mule
and if this doesn't break some rule
she's not just cool - she's old school cool
word
Angie and Ruby, the Honky Tonk Women,
wanted to paint the honkytonk. Their heads started swimmin'
when I says, "Ruby, Tuesday's a good day to paint.
It should be sunny, but even if it ain't,
I'll have my radio blasting The Rolling Stones.
What kind of colors you want? What tones?"
"Paint it Black" says Ruby, but Angie, she says "white".
I says, "Tumblin' Dice can decide which is right."
Ruby said, "We got this old black paint from DuPont -
Angie, You Can't Always Get What You Want".
I painted up the honkytonk, nothing more to discuss.
I gazed at some Wild Horses, and picked a mean ol' cuss,
tired of all these women folks's bickering and fuss.
I had paint Under My Thumb, and my clothes were in a muss
as I saddled up the horse, thinking, Some Girls are pretty funny,
and I won't paint no more honkytonks for that kind of money.
based on the song-tears of a clown by Iron Maiden
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afraid people will see your truth
so you lived wearing a mask
a mask
to protect you
from all the worlds
judgements
as you spun your
crazy world
you entered the masquerade
you took a leap
into the unknown
to be the funny man
the clown
but this mask you wore
also protected you from
your created illusion
and the paranoia hiding
within
all around they lit up your name
outwardly was a glow
but
inwardly the whirlwind spun
spinning inside
the darkness
dominating all bounds
the black fog of frustration seeped
into your soul
torment spread its tentacles
trapping you inside the cage of hell
most fly into heaven
but upon a demons wing
you descended
you mended hearts with laughter
a real life Patch Adams
I wear a smiley face, the sad world to cheer,
With a red smile painted across my face from ear to ear.
My shoes are monstrous, my laugh billows, raucous out loud.
I'm the jester dancing in your face to please the crowd.
But deep within this masked disguise of paint,
Something inside has died, that's neither funny, silly nor quaint.
For the tears painted on my face are not fake but real,
For I cannot shed the dark cloud's doom, and its thunderous peal.
Playing the fool, clowning around is a shield,
For the somber dark sadness felt within and revealed,
When the tears of clowns roll down my painted cheeks.
Warm, wet and fresh, as the sadness within wells-up, and bleats.
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In diving the coast off Aruba,
He thought he would play his best tuba.
The fish thought it odd,
The stingray said “Todd,
That isn’t the way to do scuba.”
I didn't really laugh
I could have, though.
At who?
At myself?
At her?
At the irony of it all?
She always left an imprint on me.
Always gave me a new way of thinking
And left afterward.
I didn't even think about it
Until I looked for a song
I saw her play
On a game
Ironic, I guess
She gave me this good song, not even on purpose
Then told me I was a terrible person in the meanest way
She didn't realize the gift she'd given me
Was it much of a gift anyway?
Maybe not
I do appreciate it
It isn't even really all that funny.
But I laugh at unhumorous things often
So it's okay
I'll be okay
Don't worry
(Am I telling you that or myself?)
I don't need to bother with her anymore
But I'll keep the song.
I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song
when Otis Redding happened to come walking along.
He said, "You watching the ships roll in?"
I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again."
He said, "That stuff's really dug by some,
but I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum."
If I could of been there,
I would have been.
You left without me.
Your life was full of people you say you didn't want.
A life so comfortable without me.
If I could of been at your show,
I would have been.
You did it on your own.
I heard you,
I've listened to your sound.
I've seen you.
You may not want to see yourself but I do.
Your life is funny.
"There was this cat, right?"
It's funny to see,
it's funny to hear.
There should be more of you to see,
to hear.
You're doing it again?
When can I see it?
When can I hear it?
Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street?
I'm not alone in waiting,
in following you.
Kazoos.
Bikes.
Hopscotch.
I'd wave, "Come on!"
We can't wait to see you.
We can't wait to hear you.
I would give everything I own
Give up my hat, toupee, and comb
I would give everything I own
Just to scratch your back again.
What you talking about Mister?
He asked after the man
said "Sea Her F". C+ Sea
Her + the woamn
F is F!
Chef man it's a joke.
That aint something worth
laughing over. What you want me
to say man: Sea he F?
We See oh, oh Kay!
Shout your mouth
and clean under the table.
I heard they were having
Seudoughmankie..You might
have over heard them speaking
but I know damn well you
weren't included
in such conversation.
Get the broom or the mop
and get back to work.
Why are you smiling : you think
it's funny don't you> Mister Waurttir
would like to hear about you
goofing around,
sir what is your name.
My name is Du Talon "Chef extraordinaire"
You had me going Mister Talon:
ah I mean Chef Du Talon!
I apoligize for the mix up!
I did that man joking around:
my wife told me I played around to much
that's why they booted me outta the
theather< I once was a
theatrical marvel,
the gift of music aand song!
Wanna hear me sing?
Connor Constrictor
crept through the carpet.
Marianne Marmot
marched through the market
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Tutu Toucan
turned to and fro
while Wally Walrus
watched in slow mo.
Singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Kami Chameleon
chewed a crumpet
and Tommy Tortoise
tuned up his trumpet
playing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
All the animals
clamored for more,
more of the funny
musical score
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”