Funny Narrative Poems | Examples
These Funny Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Narrative Funny poems written by international poets.
Unity brings all together
Humility keeps them forever
Humiliation sets them apart
Prosperity makes all bright
Possibilities they all ride or strive for.
No discipline
No results or success
Steady insults
Brings you regrets
If you wanna know
Please always ask questions
Not living with assumptions.
Every habit
Is a consumption
Consuming your time or money
Giving memories
When you start fading
Making you lazy, then you start acting crazy.
When you don't get the glory
It makes you shady
When you get the glory
You start glowing
If you forget your shortcomings
You become cunning
Then you think those that are holy
Are living funny, just because your value only depends on money.
The sun is high in the summer sky
And no clouds to be seen
The grass is high neath the summer sky
And growing tall and green
The mower starts with growling roar
And cuts through swaths of fescue
This mowing proves a sweaty chore
And soon I beg for rescue
My lawn’s expanse appears to grow
The longer that I labor
Seems to expand as I cut each row
The mower becomes my sabre
And I a true knight dueling a foe
Who laughs at my every advance
He stands unyielding before each blow
And about the green our martial dance
With never a sign of surrender
The fight goes on between us two
Which shall prove to be the pretender
Victory comes with the aim that’s true
And at last my foe lies low
Beneath the heel of the victor
Yet even now it grows
Who shall win next Saturday?
Sadly there is no predictor
I have a dream to travel abroad
I tell myself, do everything to it
One day to make it happen when
If not I can make what I want
Come what may I still wish it
Is it impossible, no, I'll try
I keep on dreaming, walk, crawl
Lie in that direction far away
But I don't betray my dream well
So I got myself a piggy bank
I taped the lid of a shoe box
I put a day in every day I can
After all, on the box I wrote
"Hugh, to Maldives, here I come".
So funny the description I made
I put money in to start filling
Everyday, I'm crawling towards
My unpolished and unsure dream
Thinking of ways to put all the bills
I squeeze the box from time to time
How far it will be filled up I don't know
Looking at the window today by far
I can already imagine the plane
Landing in a hot nice country by sea
Slapping on the hot coastal sand
Sipping on a cold cocktail from where
I stand wearing this summer trunk beach
I came awaken this nostalgia realizing
I have to put again the bill to the box
To make this dream happen to reality.
I've never, ever seen my dog,
'Cause he does not exist.
I try to explain this fact to him,
But the truth he does resist.
He says to me, "I have no bowl."
I say, "You do not eat."
He says, "We never go for walks."
I say, "You have no feet."
But he insists, "I bark all day."
I say, "No one can hear."
And he persists, "I chase the cats."
I say, "They do not fear."
These awful truths enrage him so,
He says that he will fight me!
I say to him, "You have no teeth,
How are you going to bite me?"
He sadly runs away from me,
In a hurry to depart.
I fear I may have wounded him,
Though I know he has no heart.
He sits alone in his doghouse,
Like him it is not there,
Howling at the lonely Moon,
And only I'm aware.
What to do about this phantom dog?
Only one thing, I feel.
Tomorrow, I'll go to the pound,
And try to make him real.
It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day.
I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes,
the music of the wind.
It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood,
my daily clarity.
It was there, and then I beheld the cat,
the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling.
A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed,
seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing,
cat prowling and surveying land and sky.
Never had I witnessed a leashed cat.
This was a way we controlled and humanized dogs.
Cats were always wilder, less human, and freer.
My usual steps brought me nearer to
the cat on a leash. The owner had his back to me,
he seemed unaware of my approach.
But Siamese cat offered me a predatory stare,
ready to pounce on my flopping shoelaces.
I knew then my shoes were doomed,
my laces would soon die.
No, I couldn’t stop laughing.
What they condemn publicly
They secretly admire
What they despise publicly
They secretly respect
They're so deceiving
Acting cunning and it's not funny.
They're so crispy
Very and always crafty
Attaining anything with deceit
Always trampling on another
They're very cunning
Pretending to be authentic
Even when their intentions ain't genuine.
They're so cunning
Forgetting the companion
They're always after substances
Causing chaos
Whenever they don't get it
Steadily brainwashing any
Just to use, ruin and rule over them.
Life without money
Very boring and funny
But educative
No company to commune with
Solitude your best friend
Constantly reminiscing and relearning.
A broke man, a lonely man
Bitter many days, always angry and worried
Many label him lazy
Forgetting hard times humble people
Many call's him crazy
When caught laughing and happy all alone.
When a man is down
If there's no leaning shoulder
It takes God and miracle
No body understand
Every action or reactions
Makes him lazy and crazy
If you listen and support people
Instead of condemning or humiliating them; They're liberated from whatever.
Life of a street girl
Not easy
To survive
Always trying
To survive
Either by hookup
Or by crook.
Always looking
For a way to go
Life of a street girl
Is always tough
Very rough
Always living wrong.
Whatever she owns
Didn't comes by
Easily or for free
Life of a street girl
Very funny and crazy lifestyle.
I was obviously hiding under a rock
Out in the hills
Amid my animals and gardens
Happily and merrily going harmlessly on my way
When the great cancellation began
And suddenly every slight innuendo and reference
To some historical moment
A moment which could possibly have offended
And caused great hurtful harm
To those so inclined
Was deemed hateful
Instead of just ignorant or silly, funny or crude
At first in my oblivion I didn’t take it seriously
It didn’t seem like my battle to fight
But you know, hate is just the child
Of fear
And fear can get a society to agree to anything
(10/28/24)
John did not try hard with his first wife
she was married, he was not
second wife cheated on him
served him right, he deserved that.
third wife was an accident.
They had gotten drunk in Vegas
Too many chapels there
and too many drinks
Fourth wife thought saying “I am his fourth” was funny
Her disposition was dour, she stopped being sunny.
He got tired of her sense of humor.
Fifth wife died of a cancerous leg tumor.
At age ninety-two he just married wife number twenty-one.
Wishing he had tried harder with wife number one.
the oldsters were the ones who were predictable
Aunt Marjorie would bring something to sell
If you said “no thank you” she would try to guilt you into it
“I will give them to you if you cannot afford them.”
She is gone now.
Uncle Ronald and Aunt Donna had no reason to come to the reunion.
They sat by themselves, and talked to no one, not even each other.
We tried to park Neal in their corner, but he did not stay there long.
Neal is the most boring family member of any family to ever be born.
Cousin Neal rattles off stories about himself in a weird monotone voice.
Following one person or another from table to table.
Desperate for attention, a bachelor who remained single until he was sixty.
The marriage did not last two weeks.
Uncle Bill was one of the highlights of the family reunion.
He told wildly outrageous stories that had all of us laughing.
Even if we had heard them before, they were still funny.
He is gone now too.
There is no sense in going back to the reunion.
The only ones left are people I do not recognize, Neal, Ronald and Donna.
A waste of my time, and no one appreciates my chocolate chip cookies anyway.
My imprisoned glassed serenade
~beyond trades blues for juicy sea
topsy turvy ocean swayed surfers
and curvy wavy beachy onlookers
for flat surfs turned deep sea divers
~blues further me
family riddles shallow or deep
Diana sings her single ~ Reach Out & Touch ...
~blues further me
camera fiddles with bobbing turtles
patience a pose
~blues further me
sandy beach
haha
too funny ok
lovers tryst
gallant or dumped
ok twas the wrong time for faces to disappear
don't turn your back to the sea
my drape cord!?
KEY:
A: An American Man
B: A British Man
*It be a late evening in a semi-lively lightly plastered crowded pub near Bavarian Village in Hyde Park, London, England, UK.
A: "Charlie 'Ole England, hey, my friend!"
B: "Eh, 'tis bloke sez, Charl'lee, like Joel'lee eh, tat's a rich one, you're from the States?"
A: "Yes, I am, excuse me, but I'm actually looking for the bathroom, --bad!"
B: "You mean the loo, wel' ya do look a bit heady, wright down ther' at the n'd of the 'allway!"
A: "Thanks, my friend!"
B: "Bez' be off wit' ya, matey, ther'd mite-be a Q down ther'!"
A: "A what?" (Halfway down the hallway he stops and turns)
B: "A LINE!"
A: "Oh."
B: "Off too the lil' boys room wit' ya, ore ther'd be a Spring in ya, Summin' up long befor' the Fall in Winter's Hole!" "HA!" (the Pub breaks out laughing)
A: "Oh whatever, ah! This must be Windsor Hall?"
#1. I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.
New Yorkers, in general, are very notorious
for walking way too fast, not moderately:
it's seen as an unpleasant remark;
tourists keep thinking to themselves,
" They're funny! " It's a stereotype they mock,
" Do New Yorkers ever rush to Central Park? "
An outsider asked a stern policeman,
" Why is everybody running? "
" Is the President coming? "
And the cop stared at him saying,
" You are an outsider, not so lean,
catch up to the marathon race:
they are rushing for the train:
they are going to their working place! "
And the shocked red-neck with a freckled,
peachy, round face grinningly replied,
" I never knew they raced like wild horses
to catch a train; we Southerners take our time,
and stress less, we play songs in our guitars
and drink lots of whiskey, we never walk a mile! "
How could the unamused officer take offence and contain his disdain...
when the naive dude offended every New Yorker?
His reply was a shock to the poor guy on naproxen,
" Run like them before I throw you in jail, or take the Southern Border! "
Note: No pun is intended, it's only to spike up some humor!
In the land of Nigeria, strong and bold,
Super Eagles soar, stories to be told.
To the final they’ve flown, no easy feat,
God’s grace and hard work, a victorious beat.
Nwabali guards, a goalkeeping gem,
Protection’s force, a powerful emblem.
Ekong, a titan, no one dares defy,
In the field, his strength reaches the sky.
As the final whistle nears, in the game,
Remember, you’ve won hearts, fame not just a name.
Winners set examples, be a beacon bright,
In victory or defeat, carry the light.
So, on this pitch, dance with skill and grace,
Nigeria’s cheers echo in every embrace.
A funny twist to the serious art,
Go, Super Eagles, play with a joyful heart!