Funny Quintain (English) Poems | Examples
These Funny Quintain (English) poems are examples of Quintain (English) poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Quintain (English) Funny poems written by international poets.
His future was assured. I’ll tell you why.
His father owned “Repairs and Parts Supply”.
Though only twelve, already Markie could
your median income at a glance descry
and whistle as he raised your engine’s hood.
With me, he mastered nothing. Didn’t try.
What need had he for Treaties of Versailles?
Before he came to school he’d greet the crew
he knew he would inherit, by and by,
and sell a solenoid – or maybe two.
My classroom, in those days, happened to lie
across the schoolyard. Out of habit, I
arrived before the others. There I’d sit
completely unobserved by prying eye,
and grade some papers, daydream how to quit.
Young Markie would approach me on the sly,
just me and him, alone at Fleetwood High:
his head appeared around my door to shout
(it never varied – what a funny guy)
“Just sort your life out, sir!” and then run out.
Some jokes are full-on funny, some are wry:
and humour sometimes makes us want to cry:
our choices, often hard to justify.
My friends all wish, and say so with a sigh,
I’d followed Markie’s counsel. So do I.
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow
Nibbling carrots strung from sticks
Jacks Hee Haw is heard for miles
He often shows off all his tricks
When he does there's lots of smiles.
These are the Jack ass files.
Give him your hand, he'll take a lick
Just before he leaves a pile
But Jack's so cute, lovable and slick
He is living the barn yard style
These are the Jack ass files.
A few reminders of Christmases past --
Broken ornaments we could not set free
Once perfect tree-top angel, I’m aghast,
Bulbs too large for this down-sized tree
Children gone, only gifts for you and me.
A metal tree stand that no longer works
Moving furniture to make room for a tree,
Stories of celebrations with their funny quirks
The cat's tree fascination drove us all crazy
Preparing for visits from our distant family.
written December 26, 2021
Claude Debussay didn't inspire me
As red sun set a fiery red ball
And I ran away with no shawl
Knowing there was no way to flee
Trapped in your shuttered bourgeoisie
Behind the mask, a plastered glee
Pull Daisy's petals let them fall
He loves me, loves me not at all
The keys pound music none esprit
It ends, made it through the long plea
Actually Spanish Quintain
There is no slot for this form...
Inspired by Craig Cornish's contest
Not an entry..
from wintery memories hence letting go in the snow albeit did not see the fence just wanted to see it turn gold but now I can't let go
The cooks in the restaurant found it appalling
how Betty messed up every pie she was baking
and how- from her tripping and falling -
dish after dish Cook Betty kept breaking.
What a spectacle of herself she was making!
Today, however, Betty is relieved
because of how much better she is faring.
All the other cooks are no longer peeved,
for Cook Betty has stopped all her erring
thanks to the new spectacles she's wearing!
(Revision of my previous post, which needed to be a quintain
for Joe Maverick's Contest)
Three silly kids from beautiful Montana
thought there was snow in North Carolina,
and sliding down the fluffy slopes.....
they kept going for months 'till they hit rocks!
They were shocked and realized that the further
down they went, the less snow they found....
" We haven't seen an inch of snow and it's December! "
They exclaimed seeing grass still on dry ground.
Every December tons of snow fell in picturesque Brockway,
mountains' slopes plunged into lovely pristine rivers;
it was fun coming down, splash in the cold water and play,
then swim across with frozen toes and clogged ears.
They recalled riding fast sleights and humming carols, but in Andrews
there was no Christmas magic to hold them in useless wait;
bundled up as northern folks, they waited for snowflakes, not blues...
one of them complained, " No blue Christmas this year, let's split! "
Three silly kids from beautiful Montana
thought there was snow in North Carolina,
and disappointed as kids on Christmas Eve, they suddenly decided to leave;
New Year's Day was a week away and their unhappy hearts started to grieve!
The child was a desolate being.
He was a mirror to my soul.
I know he thought of fleeing.
I've played a similar role.
Circumstances beyond control.
They jeered and took his money.
Pushed his face into the dirt.
The crowd thought it was funny.
This poor child's on full alert.
Wrenched my heart until it hurt.
I tried to call him to me.
But the shame took him away.
Watched him struggle to be free.
As he made his broken way
He was much too scared to stay.
I heard it on the news that night.
And I wept bitter tears.
This child snuffed out his beautiful light.
Just couldn't live with his fears.
Preferred to simply disappear.
The years are picking up speed
This last one just seemed to fly
To old age I soon must concede
But before life passes me by
Hang Gliding I really must try ..
Barbara Gorelick 1/8/12
Happy New Year contest
This winter frost tightens my insides,
A bitter wind tosses my neck.
The toss and tangle of the tides,
We walk within the speck,
Always telling people to "wait a sec."
The window is cracked a few inches open:
I am letting my God receive me.
Do not misunderstand the words that I've spoken.
Simply see what you can see.
You be you, and I'll be me.
*English Quintan contest...winner gets year's worth of english muffins
12/12/11
Now let me see, what drink do I
Crave most, this has me vexed
What do I order when I’m dry
Oh gosh, I'm so perplexed
I guess the one I’m having next
Bob Quigley
10/23/2011
For the "Pick A
Beverage, Any
Beverage" contest
One glass of Merlot makes my innards tingle
Dry wine has a way of making me romantic
Two glasses blur my vision, but I'm eager to mingle
Half a carafe finds my language less than pedantic
No misinterpretation, dwell not on meanings semantic
*Entry for Francine’s “Pick a Beverage, Any Beverage” contest
October 23, 2011 by Carolyn Devonshire
jack daniels goes down so smoothly
with one big gulp
my internal organs heat-up
i am on fire
from head to toe
karen croft
pick a beverage, any beverage
oct. 22, 2011
A handsome man tall, slim and about 225 pounds,
Asked me out for a seafood dinner on our first date,
Still eats everything fattening, I know how that sounds,
Some twenty-eight years later, I still have a 225 pound mate,
That sucks, I’m not fat ~ just really, really short for my weight.
October 8, 2011
For Nancy Jone’s Contest
“Things That Suck”