Funny Poetess Poems | Examples
These Funny Poetess poems are examples of Poetess poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Poetess Funny poems written by international poets.
Miss piglet is at it again,
her blonde wigs, here we go,
her jealousy it always shows.
Her clothes are tight,
her lashes are glued,
she loves to fight and throwing her shoes.
Her claim to fame was loving a frog,
he thought she was crazy,
and away he dodged.
She loved her bon, bons
she guzzled her liquor,
her piggy temper flowed even quicker.
Her oinks and squeals,
her high heels,
her red lips and long piggy tail.
She always blamed him,
he was always wrong,
I somehow felt sorry for that poor little frog.
"ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, and an oink or two"
(To the tune of Cruella De Vil)
CoachElla De Vil, CoachElla De vil
She's in sparkly hotpants
And singing for thrills
She's so drunk she won't flinch against the chill
CoachElla, CoachElla
She's comes alive when she pops a white pill
Look out for CoachElla De Vil.
At first you think CoachElla's something special
But in a while you see she's just the same
As every other girl, a self-made party animal
Carbon copy, tanned and chasing fame
This starlet wannabe, who hungers for the big screen
She ought to be sat down, offered some reali-tea
The festival was calm and wholesome till...
CoachElla, CoachElla De Vil.
8/29/2023
Ah~ write couplets, and no, nothing more.
Then~ prance smugly out my front door?
No, no, I just cannot do simply that!
Will be crazed as a hatter, who lost his hat!
There lived this kind, gentle poet who rhymed
Her verses and jingles were so well-timed
Then she tried simple free verse
Lines that would’ve made saints curse
Poetry formed with writing so mistimed
Anaya writes the greatest stanza
and she’s won many a bonanza
my link to her is broken
with PS I have spoken
It’s hard for me to understanza!
Every comment that I write
is always met without delight
desirous that she knows
my admiration flows
my lack of comment is no slight.
It’s been several months now
but on and on I will plow
I will never give up
I will keep trying, yup
PS may yet deliver the cow.
So Anaya if you read this
please know that I am not remiss
if ever I get through
and post a note to you
hope I get a hit, not a miss!
The dreaded message with which I am now so familiar:
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There are some people I’ve not met
Yet think of them without regret
as they have left a mark on me
with distant words they let go free
to thrash about the atmosphere
come close enough for me to hear
the tone of hope the angst of fear
the silence of a long-dried tear
a wind that tickles funny bones
catastrophes with ice cream cones
of kith and kin of now and then
of dancing on life’s ice so thin
we meet in passing every day
as unseen breezes they can’t stay
yet touch the edges of our worlds
with a poesy of rhythmic swirls
John G. Lawless
©7/28/2022
I’ve met a friend on Poetry Soup
Who really tugs at my heart
She is caring , sweet and kind
Her poetry heartfelt , funny and smart
We are very different in age
But very same in heart
She is such a genuine being
Which I sensed from the start
I feel a motherly connection from her
Through a screen and distant miles
She possesses something special
Which just makes my heart smile
I wish we could get together
Over a coffee or a tea
I would give her a huge cuddle
Chat and laugh for hours happily
A rhymes with hey
and B rhymes with C
As words come together
in vowels joining me
So all can remember
that poems are fine
When joined to each other
in words that are line
I'm down to the earth,
And down to the core.
And u know baby what?
I don't like insta anymore.
I'm just scrolling down,
And liking funny post;
Getting rid of toxic people,
And giving myself a toast.
Going towards my dream
And have my charming luck,
Now even if you scream
I'm not gonna give you f***
I'm doing great and
everything is gonna better;
And now ty people's opinion
Doesn't even matter.
You can think I'm selfish,
You can think I'm bad,
Now I know my worth
And I'm very glad.
My poems are written from my heart.
I have no control over them, they travel where they want.
I am their first reader, and super critical – changing the same word back and forth.
Leave to go, go to leave, leave back to go.
I have always had a problem liking my own talents.
They never fully satisfy me.
My most avid readers are men with a sense of humor.
My husband, who reads every word and thinks each is about him.
And three other men who love to laugh, and want something funny.
I write from my heart, not caring about their opinion or my own.
My muse is all-powerful and needs no critiques or edits from me.
Caren Krutsinger is a poetess exceptional, extraordinare
She pulls lots of her poems in a teacher’s lounge from thin air
Her characters are richly drawn and funny as can be
When reading Caren’s poems, I am often brought to my knee
Take "MacMillen Ditches McMiggle," an excellent, prime sample
Penned with fun, and a Caren flair, makes for the perfect example
Made me read it twice, then say, "By golly, think of that!"
Then, there was Zeus, and Aphrodite, and "Half and Half Cat."
Caren's mind never shuts down, a plethora of incredible wit,
You surely must read "I Told Her I Was Sorry, I Could Not Do It!"
Intriguing poems about her familiar cats never fail
"Astronaut Cat John" and "Mystical Cat in Gray Scale."
My favorites are verses that have an unexpected twist
Like "He Sounded Handsome Charming Even," you get my gist
Caren always starts my day off with tickles and lots of grins
And, I am delighted to count her among my best Poetry Soup friends.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written May 18, 2021
for "Title Wave" poetry contest
sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
to honor Caren Krutsinger
The waiting cute texts,
Affixed with the warmth of my heart,
Greeted with the promising intent,
Eager to flash in front of your eyes,
Meanwhile, you become offline,
It feels similar to a tragedy,
Certainly planned by me,
and the resulting suffering.
Comprehending a bit distant you,
I cease not to eliminate the lagging miles,
In contrast, you run away with a high velocity,
When exhausted me, settles to relax,
I realise your glance mocking at me,
It's like a funny circus,
My wisdom missing somewhere
And, desperate me, entertains you.
Originally published on blog Words of Anvi.
You may be nobody,
But I am somebody
Together – we make two
A somebody and a nobody too
How sad to be a nobody!
How lonely and blue
To never give your name the delight
Of speaking up for you!
Parody on Emily Dickinson’s “I’m nobody! Who are you?”
Parody of a Famous Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
December 19, 2020
Hello Josie. Thank you for meeting me at the sunflower field of cheer.
Have a slice of pumpkin pie. Your hot sweet apple cider is right here.
We’ll collaborate on a poem about bunnies, cats and hairy tooth faeries.
Visit the cow barn where giggly gingham girls take care of these dairies.
Giggling about a Prince Charming who might come into the barn.
You and I will roll our eyes, but allow them their youthful fictional yarn.
If we decide to collaborate on poetry, we might get goofy and funny.
Together our book would force Lulu to give us plenty of money.
I imagine that farting women would be a topic of interest to us.
Neither of us fancy, prim, girly, proper or attached to great fuss.
We might have so much fun we would talk steadily into the night.
If you agree to fly to Kansas, you might well miss your return flight.
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A poetess, so in love with herself,
Tried to reach her trophy on the top shelf.
She fell, split her gold pants!
Now can't go to the dance.
To cheer up, bought a hot ticket to France!
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July 30, 2020
9:30 pm PST
Edited. July 31, 2020
7:30 am PST
Apologies from me, for errors, appreciate correction!
(my first and last limerick...sorry)