Funny Riddle Poems | Examples
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So be there
SO BE THERE
TO KNOW MY LOVE FOR YOU AT THE LAST SUNSET
TO KNOW YOUR HEART AND GUT FEELINGS FOR THEY RIDE TOGETHER FOR CARNIVALS OFFEN
MAYBE STILL CONFUSED ABOUT OUR LOVE
WHICH ROLLS MORE THAN THE WHEELS RIDES ON MY NEARBY CHILDREN PLAYGROUND
SO BE THERE FOR MORE OR NO MORE OF US
WELL THAT WOULD DO .......
This may seem lame.
Let’s make it a game.
I’ll give you a clue.
You try to guess who.
Proceeding my entrance by just a short while,
Is often the presence or hint of a smile.
Used sometimes by women, more often by men,
Often, I start as a quaint little grin.
I can also be hardy, and sometimes quite loud,
And often I’m present amongst a small crowd.
If it is me, you want to invoke,
Share with the group, a funny joke.
If you want to seem happy from now ever after,
Invite me in, I’m best known as laughter.
Why did the teeny, tiny mouse,
With the gigantic size cheese,
Grow as big as a house
And the cheese, smaller than bees?
He had a big schnozzola
and sang with bold hat and smile.
Heard on the old Victrola,
one of his tricks to beguile.
It was fo, lo, dee, oh, do,
in old New Orleans city.
But that was ages ago.
Then, a new little ditty.
It's expressed something like this:
Ink a dink a dink a doo!
Does it mean I want a kiss?
A way to say I love you?
Now you should have won the game
by the funny lyrics shared.
You should have surmised the name
and the middle stanzas spared.
Good night Mrs. Calabash,
wherever you are.
I rhyme with an article that covers a crack.
This clue is worn right under your back.
I’m just a moth in search of a flame.
Many think I’m a fool… can you guess my name?
I rhyme with a word that means down under.
I’ve had some success and many a blunder.
My words and actions, have brought about shame.
I’ve worn a dress and makeup… can you guess my name?
I try to be funny with my words of wit.
My face is ugly and looks like a popped zit.
My act was short in my ten minutes of fame.
My reign here is over… can you guess my name?
Christmas has ended, so take down your wreath.
Give us a smile and show us some teeth.
There are no rules for this curtain call.
Those are your clues, good luck to you all.
Santa looks bleak in twenty twenty
Covid came alive to give plenty
Of grief throughout the year
Parting from Christmas cheer
Sure that quarantines will be many
~
The elves were worried about Yuletide
In Mrs. Claus, they were to confide
Rudolph’s nose lost it’s glow
All the reindeer were slow
This virus brought despair to divide
~
This year had been very sad and bleak
Santa was feeling like a antique
He’d lost some of his hair
Mrs. Claus wasn’t aware
Had she known, she’d have given a shriek
The dark poisonous cloud blew away,
funny smell, not good for the health -they say-.
They can only see the mere show,
and never could tell what it really means.
Orange reef,
a riddler on relief;
an ancient beat-
a walking priest,
a breed!
An ancient thief-
floating on now,
foraging in the great wild,
...it was like a drum,
oh it was so fun,
yadda da da da.
time heals?
funny
been 30 plus years
this ole heart beats to spite me
I hear it laughing
I Have a Yong Suster
(anonymous Medieval English riddle-poem, circa 1430)
translation by Michael R. Burch
I have a young sister
Far beyond the sea;
Many are the keepsakes
That she sent me.
She sent me the cherry
Without any stone;
And also the dove
Without any bone.
She sent me the briar
Without any skin;
She bade me love my lover
Without longing.
How should any cherry
Be without a stone?
And how could any dove
Be without a bone?
How should any briar
Be without a skin?
And how could I love my lover
Without longing?
When the cherry was a flower,
Then it had no stone;
When the dove was an egg,
Then it had no bone.
When the briar was unborn,
Then it had no skin;
And when a maiden has her mate,
She is without longing!
My hat...
it covers up my head.
It is better that,
then to be dead.
There is a bald patch,
yet I am fine,
with my hat.
Man isn't this scary?
"No" answered Larry, "Fee-fi-fo-fum"
Let the story begin,
how it has been carried out!
By men tied up in trees and cuff-links-
for those charmers in boxed formats,
the irony behind black cats and crawls,
Dogs chasing mice:
Cops losing disguises to hackers!...
The Aliens have landed,
Werewolves versus Martians:
Midnight party and all jamming;
Lights so bright, one might think they god!
Souls on the dance floor;
Giants as superior minors,
O that's funny goblins laughing-
at their masters! Junior leagues and no Caesar,
"Head knocks and bangs"!
heard by the clergy:
Roman men, denying proof-
but accepting written stories.
Greek gods forming manuscripts
"Lights, Camera and action"
The millennia: sculpted out of life and lessons,
forming liberty the finest colossal,
The great tool called art,
The architectural site and its complexity;
Marcus explained the theory of relativity,
But we all said, "that's Einstein's"...!
Marcus replied "exactly".
What would you call the young hatchling, for fun,
Of a buzzard crossed with a flamingo?
The answer is moot ’cause it couldn’t be done,
So the joke is on you: Buzzingo!
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(For the Buzzards and Flamingos contest sponsored by Anthony Slausin.)
Explanation, for those who might need it:
Sheldon Cooper is the nerdy character on the TV sitcom "The Big Bang Theory" who popularized using the word "Bazinga!" to signify you've played a joke on someone. So, yeah, this poem is pretty much only for people who enjoy a pun-induced groan. :-)
It is neither here nor there
‘Love’, heading nowhere
Somewhere between
Youthful passion
And aged restraint
At times, a little devil
At times, a little saint
The age wrong
The parties wrong
The wait- ever so long
That Hamlet like dilemma
‘To be or not to be’
“Willing to wound,
But afraid to strike,” you see
Those innocuous rendezvous
Apparently looking risky
‘Tarry’, she implores
But he,
Ever ready to flee
Should not be seen
Should not be observed
Thus, little of action
More of words
Want to know
‘What is it’?
Well, let’s call it
‘The Middle Muddle’
And, thus, a vain chase
For that love bubble
The older woman suddenly beams
When the young man says they are his dream
Thinking he's a fan
She flashes her cans
But his T-shirt reads, 'Cougars Football Team.'