Funny Rondeau Poems | Examples
These Funny Rondeau poems are examples of Rondeau poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Rondeau Funny poems written by international poets.
You can’t understand how that sounds.
You laugh, but you look like clowns.
Don’t repeat the joke. Don’t assail
my ears with what you would call a humorous tale.
I don’t have the patience for this. My head pounds.
I’d rather eat coffee grounds
than listen to your waste of nouns.
But heaven forbid you notice this detail.
You can’t understand.
Your obliviousness astounds.
It begins to escape the bounds
of what reality should entail.
Yet you seem infinitely able to exhale
nonsense. There is so much about you which confounds.
You can’t understand.
In a story book, I got stuck
and couldn’t find a way to break free.
What a lousy day, just my luck!
Wondered why this happened to ME!
I looked for little Alice, she
wouldn't show me her window – dumbstruck!
Jack Horner, he could not believe
in a story book, I got stuck.
I looked all around and snuck
a brief word with the fairies three.
They tried to raise a pumpkin truck
and couldn’t find a way to break free.
With all my might and self-esprit
I began to huff, puff, and cluck.
What could I do stuck on page three?
What a lousy day, just my luck!
What a mess was this stinking muck.
Aha! I’d find Humpty Dumpty!
He was cracked, but not a schmuck.
Wondered why this happened to ME!
Humpty cheered when hearing my plea
He was looking to gain a buck.
No wallet, we two couldn’t agree,
so I am still running amuck
in a story book.
The hens from our small, urban farm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright:
Escape their pen, come to no harm,
See a show, without a blight.
With feathers ruffling at benight,
They made plans and added some smarm,
Darkened room, their intended site,
The hens from our small, urban farm.
They marched single file full of charm,
Crazy chicks, on a daring plight,
Ignoring grumbles from their tharm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright.
Forged ahead and ready to fight,
Broke their fence in one clucking swarm,
Accomplished task, without desight:
Escape their pen, come to no harm.
Sodas in beaks, seated disarm,
Screen flashing, their eyes all alight,
Snacks in wings, no need for alarm,
See a show, without a blight.
A hot buttered popcorn, their right,
They'd wielded fowl mettle from dorm,
Hid their combs to avoid incite,
They also did get their wings warm,
Small, urban farm.
March 16, 2023
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On a city sidewalk, I handed her money
I knew inside she must be someone's honey
After giving her all I had, I walked away
As an afterthought, I took time to pray
It was a clear day, so bright and sunny
She might have thought I the easter bunny
Because her heart I sought, never a phony
As I passed on by, I thought she did sway
On a city sidewalk
The next day I walked along feeling funny
I didn't expect to see her again, the honey
Surprised to see her frame in the doorway
Of an ABC store, where she was waiting to pay
Saddened by the sight, I bowed to the knee
On a city sidewalk
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April 2, 2022
In Flanders fields your bad breath blows
Between the crosses, row on row.
That, marked your place, and above all
The larks barely singing then fall
Scarce heard amid the masks below
I feel the Dead. Short days ago,
They lived, felt dusk, saw tide waves flow
Loved and were loved, until your call
In Flanders fields
Get some duct tape for the foe
To you from sickly hands we throw
Some pegs for my nose to build the wall
If ye break faith with us who crawl
We cannot sleep as your bad breath blows
In Flanders fields
Parody based on John McCrae's 'In Flanders Fields'
I sent a Haiku
to a Rondeau contest. I
won it! Or Did I?
This guy declared I will knock
At your door even if I become a laughingstock.
I am thankful you live on the first floor
I don't want to cause an uproar
Or send you in to shock.
I feel we have interlocked.
I am like a male peacock
Declaring my love to whom I adore.
He declared I will knock
Furthermore according to my clock
I have been out here an hour waiting for you to
Turn the lock.
I implore
You please to open the door.
Hello! There jock. Your girlfriend lives on the
Next block.
Why don't you go over there and knock.
Something within , that was, just died
thought 'she' would fill-in straight away
If all is fair in love and war
why does someone always get hurt ?
when I left me, I really cried.
Did not expect to take a day
why then did it, take 'I' so long?
I don't confess my love for you
something within.
What funny twist of fate did say
to drain the 'him' away with song
so love is hidden, with my pride
your friendship is more important
that I sill like women "that way"
something within.
Elizabeth alexander 21/3/2016
I am left feeling foolish that I denied my true self for so long
(six decades),I mentally found it hard to accept
that I was in the wrong body.
did anyone even notice the even meter ?
What I was told; my parents scold
“You be good and do as your told!”
Thought I, “Other kids don’t do that!”
They have great fun no matter what
They have been told.
So I had fun and I grew bold
I teased one kid, I called him fat
Some puny kid, I knocked him flat!
Then someone told.
My father called, my blood ran cold
I felt my tummy start to fold
One look at me and then he spat
“You boy are being a little brat”
He spanked me until my tears rolled
My mother said, with arms-a-fold
"Do as your told."
In the circus we were visiting
jugglers stood entertaining
While the ponies in the carousel go round
while the lion in the cage makes a yawning sound,
yet they are the funny people that are hurting .
The years they heard people laughing
at clowns with red noses, big and honking
or the time that boos resound
in the circus we were visiting.
How ‘bout the animal trainers abusing
so the crowd would notice the lion, the king.
How does applause sounds,
if your fate and destiny are bound
to giving happiness while hurting?
In the circus we were visiting.
It’s Halloween. . . Come rain or sleet,
I’m sure to hear small goblin feet
come clamoring up each porch stair
that leads them to my door, and there
they’ll hold up bags, call, “Trick or Treat!”
I used to find this night so sweet.
But what a nuisance now to greet
those kids and have to leave my lair!
It’s Halloween.
When young, I’d stay out, wild and fleet
And smartly dressed, skip down each street.
But now, since I can hardly wear
cute little costumes. . . . it’s a BEAR
those kids who climb my steps will meet!
It’s Halloween!
For The Ultimate Halloween Contest Poetry Contest
of Russell Sivey
I'll bring a tear to every eye,
and I can make a grown man cry.
To grip you is my specialty,
for once you are caught up in me,
strong feelings will intensify.
I'll make you ponder things like why
a nice guy has to cheat or lie.
I mirror sad humanity.
I'll bring a tear.
It's by man's flaws and sometimes by
the hand of fate that he must die.
To see man face mortality,
you'll empathize; I'm tragedy!
Have tissues ready. Dry your eye.
I'll bring a tear.
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I’m full of fun for everyone.
Watch me now and you’ll come undone.
Test me with a humor trial -
If you frown, you’re in denial!
I’m a funny son-of-a-gun!
I’m full of silly, zany puns.
I’ll make you forget life’s problems.
With my antics I’ll beguile;
I’m full of fun!
For I’m Drama’s beloved son.
I’m Comedy, second to none.
Full of tricks to make you smile;
Entertaining for a while.
Don’t go yet. My gags aren’t done;
I’m full of fun!
A Double Rondeau
Part one/Andrea Dietrich
Part two/ Susan Burch
For Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's
Opposites Attract (Collab) Poetry Contest
I'll bring a tear to every eye,
and I can make a grown man cry.
To grip you is my specialty,
for once you are caught up in me,
strong feelings will intensify.
I'll make you ponder things like why
a nice guy has to cheat or lie.
I mirror sad humanity.
I'll bring a tear.
It's by man's flaws and sometimes by
the hand of fate that he must die.
To see man face mortality,
you'll empathize; I'm tragedy!
Have tissues ready. Dry your eye.
I'll bring a tear.
____
I’m full of fun for everyone.
Watch me now and you’ll come undone.
Test me with a humor trial -
If you frown, you’re in denial!
I’m a funny son-of-a-gun!
I’m full of silly, zany puns.
I’ll make you forget life’s problems.
With my antics I’ll beguile;
I’m full of fun!
For I’m Drama’s beloved son.
I’m Comedy, second to none.
Full of tricks to make you smile;
Entertaining for a while.
Don’t go yet. My gags aren’t done;
I’m full of fun!
A Double Rondeau
Part one/Andrea Dietrich
Part two/ Susan Burch
Received 4th place in "Opposites" Collaboration Contest
This gift of love I gave my friend,
A jar with messages to send.
Adorned with ribbon curls and lace,
To put a smile upon her face.
I know she'll keep it to the end
I thought out just what I should say,
That she could read to make her day.
On folded papers laid inside
This gift of love.
Wrote down things like "you're so funny"
"With you here each day is sunny"
"You're kind and wise,so very smart".
Know that this gift comes from the heart,
Something you can't buy with money
This gift of love.
for contest"Gifts Given,Gifts Received"
sponsored by Cyndi MacMillan
Goodbye Johnny Walker
Joanna Davis
I swear I’m in a nightmare,
I know it’s some bad dream
This craving for the deadly juice,
Is nothing new it seems
Our life is one long quarrel,
A battle no one can win
Am I paying a kind of penance,
For some past life of sin?
I won’t put up with this forever,
The smell or wavering gait
If I stay with you much longer,
I’ll surely be tempting my fate
A soul that’s soaked with liquor,
With breath to ignite a match
But your handsome looks so deceiving,
I naively believed you a catch!
You’ll promise it’s the last time,
Say you’re done… that it’s the end!
But in me you see a nagging wife,
While in the bottle - a comforting friend
Tell me exactly how, I can win,
Or compete with something so pure?
What kind of psychological jargon,
Would even up the score?
This demon is so elusive,
Someone, somewhere, please advise me,
What spirits will finally convince you,
To seek your desired sobriety!