Funny Personification Poems | Examples
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There was a tiger named Tony
his passion was for tasty macaroni ~
For some obscure reason, the powers that be
decided bowls of frosted flakes it would be
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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!”
The smell of cantaloupe is enticing
Yearning to feel it’s smoothly texture
It beckons me to it with an unworldly call
The slippery flesh is on my earthly skin
As I hold the fruit it embraces me,
How sweet! How kind it is!
I sympathize and crave it!
A plant that is living and purring
Communicates to us with undecipherable
Decibels that can be heard from beyond our senses
But, I’m hungry; so hungry!
Tearing apart it’s flesh
It’s now a part of me; broken down to a
Molecular level.
Up here Inside there at the Center
My Voices quickly Come slap again
They Point it out and Run it down harsh
It Smarts
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Over another Off to the Left
My Voices funny Voices clever Chatting
They Smile at me and Nod yeah yeah
It's Good
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Backwards Sideways Rolling along
My Voices Remember Odd defiant now
They Mix it up and Flesh it out nice
It Kicks
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Front toward Right under All the way
My Voices harden Voices strong Pushing
They Grab on and Hold tight Straight up
It’s Solid
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Okay, so Mom got me my own smart-phone,
now I can have fun when I’m home alone.
I can see the addiction to this thing,
I can finally buy myself some bling.
Oh wait, a text from Fluffy-Bell,
Tuesday’s play-date went really well.
“Girl, check out the new food site,
that tuna’s got sauce with every bite!
Oh hey, wait, I’m get’in a text,
yeah, it’s from that smexy tabby, Rex.
Ooh, ooh, he wants a play-date, too,
oh geez, what am I going to do?
Got to go girl and get some bling,
afterwards I’ll give you a ring.
I can’t let him see me in this old collar,
I don’t want him thinking I live in squalor.
Here’s one, it’s full of pink rhinestones,
I’m going to order it on my new smart-phone.
Oh wait, I can't find Mom’s credit card,
you know, web shopping’s awfully hard.
Now I’ll have to manipulate Mom;
bookmarking this site, I’ll leave my phone on.
She’ll check up on me and see what I want,
then, I’ll get a new collar to flaunt.
Yeah girl, it really does work,
Mom worships me, she’s no jerk.
I’m her “widdle-purrrdy-girl”,
I’m her BFF in this world!
Personification - Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Constance La France
6-5-2022
,A Skunk’s ‘Tale’,
Twas a puzzling mid-summer’s eve
When I became acquainted with Steve
Bear with if you can
For Steve’s not a man
He’s an odd little skunk who won’t leave!
I was driving, unwinding that night
As my headlights swam over his sight
On two legs he stood
Like he owned street and wood
I slammed on my brakes out of fright!
When Steve began talking, I stared
As he jumped in my car, I just glared
This skunk, quite verbose
Let it rip, smelling gross
“LORD HAVE MERCY!” I loudly declared!
How I wish I could tell you things changed
Not so fast when your skunk is deranged
I tried to play nice
But his heart is pure ice
Let’s just say his farewell’s been arranged!
1st PLACE!!!
Submitted For: Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Date Written: 03-18-2022
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What if my doggy could learn how to read?
Would the library have all the books he might need?
Would he study the types and the traits of his breed?
What if my doggy could learn how to read?
What if my doggy could write me a note?
Would he fold up the paper and sail it by boat?
Could I make heads or tails of the things that he wrote?
What if my doggy could write me a note?
What if my doggy knew how to do math?
Would he add up the hours that passed 'till his bath?
Or subtract yellow flowers from grass on the path?
What if my doggy knew how to do math?
What if it turned out my doggy could talk?
Would he stop every stranger he met on his walk?
Would he babble and bop while they stood there in shock?
What if it turned out my doggy could talk?
My doggy can't write, or subtract, or chit chat,
but he IS good at catch and at chasing the cat
and at racing to me from the place he was sat,
just to
lick
my
whole
face...!
And I'm happy with that.
__________________________
My donkey is Jenky
I knew from the start.
I tried not to love him
but he stole my heart.
Every morning he smile,
Gently kiss my forehead.
Coming rite back,
Every morning he said.
An hour'd pass by,
Then maybe two.
No sign of my donkey,
Do what do I do?
I look out my window, text donkeys phone.
No sign of my donkey, could donkey be gone?
He gave me his word,
No reason to lie.
But donkey don't show,
N ape starts to cry.
My donkey Is Jenky,
He tells me sweet lies.
Forever I'll love him.
Til the day donkey dies.
Five red pencils,
Fighing in the class.
First one said,
I am bigger than you are.
The second one said,
I am the strongest.
The third one screamed,
I write so well.
The fourth one interrupted,
Excuse me guys, I look so well.
The fifth one alerted,
Keep quiet, teacher is on the way.
Date of submission: 21/05/2021
She lingers waiting for me to make a mistake.
I feel her, sneering at me, ready to pounce.
Unsure how she originated, but I keep her masked.
Cover her up with a brilliant smile,
Being Robin William funny, so no one knows
Except me….
She goads me with pokes and prods
Trying to get me morose and sad.
I am aware of her power
I dare not give in to her.
She can take me down harder than a Mack Truck
I don’t remember you ever saying counters were off limits ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Originally posted on February 20, 2021
I GOT YOU
I remember how you told me our love affair had to end
We couldn’t be lovers we could only be friends
I was so afraid I was not able to sleep at night
I had to do something to make you see the light
I was so broken hearted I couldn’t really think
I tried to make you go away with just one more drink
But you stayed on my mind no matter what I tried
Finally I just gave up and laid down and cried
But I kept the faith hoping you would understand
And see hoe much I cared and take my hand
I tried to be funny used all the cool lines
Hoping you would come back,it didn’t take much time
And now we are together you are so much of my life
I’ll never forget the day we became husband and wife
Marty West
I have held my last pot of hot soup
I've come to the end of my threads
Befraggled and muffed
Bedraggled and fruffed
A raddled cloth corpse that's dead
Frayed so soft and shabby
As the cotton boll that bore me
Worn to a frazzle
I have lost all my dazzle
Faded and haggard and tatty
So tattered in my casing
My splayed stuffing is facing
The dog who has chewed
What was left!
May 11, 2020
The Potholder Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Well, my left sided hand just isn’t my fave,
I don’t let it do anything,
If there’s ever a contest of “Who is the best?”,
My right is the one that will win,
It can’t button, can’t write, can’t hold a cold beer,
Can’t handle a racquet or ball,
It can’t do little tasks in day to day life,
No matter how big or how small,
But my right hand it can, it holds a place in my heart,
My right is right by my side,
My right hand has always helped me along,
Ever since I was the littlest child,
As a matter of fact, I’ve a wonderful plan,
A plan I might start later today,
I’ll go on a holiday, just my right hand and me,
To a beautiful place far away.
What's a necktie
dangling for?
Too stiff, too thin
to be scarf, a bib
or an apron,
Too smooth to be
a hankie,
too short to be
a suicide noose
to contemplate on!