Funny Prose Poetry Poems | Examples
These Funny Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Prose Poetry Funny poems written by international poets.
best friends can keep a secret, when others cannot
They have your back but do not burden you with it
my best friend and I can resume a friendship after ten years
laughing and cutting up as if we saw each other yesterday
No one else understands my family and my circumstance as well
because I do not trust many people, but I totally trust my best friend
We have made history with our antics, and funny stories
Telling them over and over; still laughing, because we know each other.
there was a softness about the maiden that reminded me of a rose
she was elusive, but it made her somehow tantalizing
refined? yes Elegant? oh, my, yes!
She was holding a rose when I first spied her.
she seemed as subtle and sensitive as the rose
She was an artist's delight; her petals soft and delicate.
what is her name? I asked her mother
Lily, she told me.
I want to call her Rose, I said.
Funny you should say that; her grandmother was named Rose.
Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket
It is made of velvet, not velveteen
Softer than his mane if you can believe it
We wait for his words of wisdom
He is the king of beasts and of the forest
The waiting goes on for a long time
He has relinquished his rights to hyena
The animal who thinks everything is funny
Who can fault that? Asks the zebra.
More evidence that…
buffoons and clowns always run for office.
I found it behind an old work bench, water stained and curled on the corners, looking as forgotten as an out-of-luck beggar. But like in the beggar's eyes, there was a past that was full of hope and still warm memories. My sister's college collage of collective consolations; hugs from home for the lonely days, those that come on the "in between" years when sometimes we just want to be a kid again. There were half unglued photos of home and vacations, and clips of
Fabian, Elvis, Ricky Nelson, the Beatles, the Stones, and a peace sign. Ha, in the corner, there was an old photo of me kissing her on the cheek (Mom said to) - I was seven and she was five. Funny, I didn't even think she liked me much...
For years our family has tried to make candied apples.
Most of our valiant attempts have ended up as a disaster.
Mine were always the worst, or the funniest.
Depending on the way you look at things.
I usually choose funny.
My daughter should have been an engineer.
She is all about precision and exactness.
She can create a candied apple that deserves its own billboard.
My husband and I marvel at this ability.
Neither of us fathom where she inherited such a gene.
She must be a throwback.
Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee boxed pizza
If I had a dollar for every time I ate these two as a child
I could probably buy a desk, a computer, and a lava lamp
If it was not quite enough for all three, maybe I could buy a lava lamp
And beads to fit in my doorway, I do love that seventies look!
And a fake fur chair that yells my name in pink and orange
I would buy hip hugger bell bottoms if there is any extra money.
It is funny how certain foods take you right back to your childhood.
My husband and I cannot even look at a chicken pot pie.
When we were first married, we ate two chicken pot pies
And two frozen macaroni and cheese and half loaf of bread each
For the first two or three years, until our daughter could cook.
Many said that Buster could not be tamed or trusted.
They are the doubters, the naysayers, the negative nettles.
They were fearful of the bear; they let it be known she was insane.
She wanted to have Buster be her friend, to show him her ways.
Lorna is an empath, a psychic, an animal whisperer.
Bear is her power animal;
Buster had been visiting her for twelve years.
She ignored the fearful ones, and joined him in the meadow.
They sat on the edge of flowers and discussed the fears of the others.
I could eat them for you, Buster offered. She gave him a long look.
They laughed and laughed; it was funny. But probably only to them.
People love to believe stupid things. Some of us find it hard to believe stupid things and laugh at those who do, until someone laughs at us for something we believe and somehow didn't realize was stupid.
Shebra was a luxury he could ill afford.
Expensive tastes, and wanted designer clothes.
Her shoes cost him a week’s salary.
But he was tired of paying child support anyway.
She is a ho, one of his friends said.
You are jealous, he answered. She is a call girl.
You have to pay her right?
He refused to say.
Merry Christmas said his friend.
Ho Ho Ho he replied, trying to be funny.
Later regretting that he had bought into the tease.
That will be a hundred and fifty, she told him.
I didn’t even get a kiss, he argued.
Hookers don’t kiss, she said.
But you are a call girl, aren’t you? He asked.
Ho ho ho, she said, winking and holding out her hand.
It was funny at first.
I bought groceries at McDon’s
She switched grocery stores
And began shopping there too.
I made a famous Jell-o salad for neighborhood picnics.
She asked for the recipe and began bringing it too.
Okay. Dokey.
No problem. I can survive this.
She began showing up where ever I was.
The pool, clothing stores, the park.
It is as if she was tracking my phone.
I have a stalker I told people; and I laughed.
After a few months of this
It stopped being a coincidence
And it stopped being funny.
I have recognized many old ladies, but I know two of them.
They were Florence and Duno, both crackerjacks.
Their sense of humors rose in the sky and went to Jupiter.
I saw lots of old ladies with lavender hair and lavender dresses at church.
They sat with their half way hose sticking out below the knee.
It was a funny sight, but we dared not snicker.
I had no idea old ladies could be funny until I met Florence.
Which is why I gave Duno a chance. Florence was a story teller.
Duno was a comedienne. They got me over my fear of old ladies.
Now I am the old lady, sitting with burgundy hair,
Trying to not giggle at silly stuff,
But not at church.
Who is your favorite family member? Jerry Stringer asks me.
I look around the stage and out in the audience, seeing many expectant faces.
My husband, three daughters, two sons-in-law,
ten grandchildren, spoiled dog and cat.
I am my favorite, I say.
Disappointing no one.
Someone holds up a sign
To remind me – no fighting, yelling or hair pulling,
no extra five thousand dollars.
I mean it’s the dog I yell.
The cat hisses and claws my eye out,
the grands jump on stage and begin chasing the dog and the cat.
The audience roars their approval.
“Keep it going!” The next sign says.
“I hate everyone but me!” I yell.
The audience gasps.
The next sign says “You have gone too far. You now owe us $1000.”
Hospitalized.
Like a caged animal
I hear the nurses laughing again
What is so dagnabbed funny at 2:18 in the morning?
Diabolical laughter echoes through the hallway.
Slapping its body into my room loudly and proudly
A nurse will be in here to take vitals in a minute.
I cannot believe they have to wake me up for this.
Hello. Let’s take our blood pressure.
Hi! Let’s go to the potty.
My name is Lola. I will be your night nurse.
Who the bellsl cares?
I sit and fume
But no one comes.
Maybe I have had my quota of being bothered today?
I fall into a tiny sleep.
2:22 the clock says.
Some idiot wakes me up at 2:35.
Hi! My name is Dotty.
You can say that again.
He spoke above your heads
And was amazingly funny to himself.
We did not laugh for we did not recognize the words.
He thought everyone knew them.
Everyone’s mother is not a lexicographer.
We knew them not.
He was totally disappointed.
Tried to do stand up
But was booed off the stage.
In order to become funny and be successful
He had to learn slang and modern day lingo
Like the rest of the successful comedians.
We saw his show two years after he decided this
And nearly fell off the stage and wet our pants.
It was the same material,
but this time we understood the words.
Slide down the slide
Next let’s
Ride on the merry go round
Wind blows
Tears burns my eyes...
In the sand box.
Seesaw's up,
My sides down.
I carry the weight.
You’re up
I jump off,
You’ll fall
To the ground
Bang.!
Crying and snot
I let you fall
Why, because
I love you a lot!