Funny Ode Poems | Examples
These Funny Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Ode Funny poems written by international poets.
There was a time when my heart was weeping
God had taken my pet cat back
it was so quiet
my home was like a tomb
then, I was given a funny creature
a cat with a flat face
she was soft as velvet
and had huge round golden eyes
I fell in love with her right away- but she ran away
Under my bed she stayed
coming out to check things out
then, running back to the safety of the bed
but, one day she decided I was okay
I named her Isabella ... Bella for short
lots of purring and meowing was my gift from Bella
my gift were toys, balls, catnip mice, and dangling things
she loves to play for hours and hours
Bella really likes my feet
and at night we cuddle together until first light
in the morn' I take her to the garden to lay among flowers
In the study, bright and sunny,
I thought I'd try something funny.
Three minutes, that's all I need I cried,
As I set my timer, pen and paper aside.
I brewed my thoughts, to nice and hot,
Clicked the timer, it proclaimed a plop.
The words danced, swirled in a muse ballet,
Melding to a happenstance touche.
But, soon my thoughts began to drift,
To coffee and toast, as a hunger twang miffed.
I'm way ahead with my word play draft,
Surely there's time to pause my craft.
Suddenly the timer beeped, too late it cried.
My poem lay there soft, with runny white inside.
Just like a par boiled egg, it was yucky, half-done.
Poems like eggs, need full time run, to be finespun.
Loyal companion carved from a sturdy oak.
This eternal gratitude will never be revoked.
You've been there for me more then
some human folk.
I think I may be in love with you and that is no joke.
Please stay by my side until the day I croak,
if perchance we come upon a very nasty bloke,
I will turn you upside down and give him a poke!
Stole rhymes
nine times
For naught
got caught
No jail
jumped bail
Snatched verse
I'm cursed
Oh, how I love you so.
You are my morning pleasure.
My afternoon delight.
I crave you at night.
You sit in silence waiting my arrival.
Scenting the air with pleasure.
The taste of you flavors my lips.
Brings joy to my heart.
Splender to my soul.
I can not lie.
I fear I would die.
You bring my body to action.
Awaken my brain.
Each morning we sit together, watch the sunrise.
One is not enough, I need two.
As I wait for you to brew.
I listen to the birds sing their songs.
Anticipating what soon will come.
Oh, how I love you so.
You are my morning pleasure.
My afternoon delight,
I crave you at night.
Oh traffic light, oh traffic light
Why do you keep me waiting so.
Oh traffic light, oh traffic light
With your red light glaring and your ominous glow.
Oh traffic light, oh traffic light.
Do please hurry, I'm going to miss my show
Oh traffic light, oh traffic light
Time passes so slowly, as I await your green signal, to go.
Written November 2021
sanctity of a cove
breaking water
baby mine
rocked, rolled
cajoled
opine
of sweetness and beauty
funny
wonder woman underwear
she’ll not be bare
cocooned in love
a warm blanket ‘round birthday suit
she’ll run from aloha tides
but the sandy beach colors her hair
she writes her name on walls
penmanship perfect
she collects a rentful of coins
and starts a club
calculator of fingers, she’s
a pink and purple diamond
10/15/2020
There was a Spaceman named Zog who wrote in his blog.
That the Americans were falling apart.
There was no law and order
to protect their own border.
While the Congress was busy sniffing their farts.
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Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise – thee are not
For you wobble when you walk
And gobble – gobble - while you talk
Oh thee! Of stubby legs
Neck hanging in a bag
Of skin that sags and sags
How can you face another day?
Oh thee! With girth rotund
With wings of nearly none
Your flight is but a funny run
Some chase you just for fun
Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise - thee are not
As you lie on chopping block
Ending up in cooking pot.
But come Thanksgiving Day-
Everyone will gladly say
You are by far - the finest bird
That God has ever made.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Oh, you funny doggie, with that brown face I adore,
why are you now making that sound that I can't ignore?
Are you lonely? Are you sad? Are your paw paws feeling sore?
No dog whisperer am I, so sometimes it’s a chore
to understand your needs. My dog talk is so poor!
Already I have fed you. You surely can’t want more.
And already you’ve gone potty. I take you to the door.
No, you won’t go out! You sniff and sniff the floor.
At last I understand! It’s your ball you’re looking for!
Here it is, my doggie. Now what tricks have you in store?
Aug 16, 2018 for The Doberman Pinscher Contest of Edward Ibeh
Inspired by this video: Link A: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB9pVJ3mYcE
Cotton fields
White to harvest
Untouched by red clay
Trash, sediment
Banked white snow
Fluffy
Not visited
By neighborhood dogs
Right out of the pack
The scent of clean,
Soft cotton
Dry and warm
Slip one on, then two
Encapsulate the feet
Like clean silver fog
Coats each tree
Ten hours later
There's dirt, stink
Old shoe leather stains
Then tossed into hamper
No longer new
No longer clean
No longer white
Just dirty old socks
Ode To A Gym Teacher
Amid brassiere and derrière
She strives to put her clothes on.
Her panties there, stockings here
The rest of it, she throws on.
At the mirror, shining bright
She struggles with her powder.
She holds her place with main and might
As others try to crowd her.
How can she dress so nimbly
In but five minutes of an hour?
The question’s answered simply:
She did not take a shower.
Barbara Dickenson
August 1966
Saturday mornings were the best
How I loved to catch your show
Your high energy naughtiness
Your effervescence was contagious
Delighted me and left me in awe
Peeking my curiosity and
Capturing my imagination
So creative and quirky
Meticulously choreographed
Perky and hysterically funny
A surprise around every corner
I was way older than what
Anyone would call a big kid
But you made me fall in love
With the youth I never had
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
o de my
little chachka
how I love your beauty
and very being
collecting dust for eternity
the art of just being
and pleasing
Zesty droplets on my tongue
Setting a blaze of many flavours
Lively explosions on in my mouth