Short Funnyday Poems
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See a pin, pick it up,
And all day long you'll have good luck.
See a pin, pick it up,
And all day long you'll have a pin
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Now that I have totally learned to count to twelve,
I hope that I can do Poulter's measure extremely well.
The day I count to fourteen towards Poulter's lean
Isn't this great to count all day just like you know, The Count.
Half the day gone by and you ain't got nothing.
Three quarters of the day gone but you can't fall asleep...only six hours 'till eight o'clock.
How will you last, how will you stop from peeing your pants, how will you ever survive?
There once was a man who started to shake
The day he was married his heart would break
It happened the day he saw
His ugly mother-in-law
'Twas way too much for the poor man to take
Okay I lied it wasn't a good mother-in-law poem
There once was a braying ass
who was so crass
Her head was so thick-
Her owner had to beat her with a stick.
That ass
She brayed day and night-
always ready for a fight.
One day she brayed too loud
Her owner took her in front of a crowd
Shot her right in the head-
Thank Goodness,
that braying ass is now dead.
A. Green
On my very first day in the military, I was issued a comb,
then the Army barber shaved off all of my hair that very afternoon.
On my second day in the military a toothbrush was issued to me.
That afternoon the Army dentist yanked out all of my teeth.
On my third day in the military I was issued a jock strap.
I've been AWOL ever since and I'll be damned if I'm going back.
I started reading early
The poetry on this site
I had so much fun
The day turned into night
I’m not sure when it happened
Or what I can say
I enjoyed myself so much
The time just slipped away
It wasn’t really my plan
To read all day long
But everyone writes so well
The time was just gone
I really love this site
And all that I have read
I am honored to be here
But now I’m heading to bed!
(Well, St. Patrick's DAy is nearly upon us, so now is the time to start rolling out the limericks.
I'll try to show one a day until the 17th. One year I went nuts and used all my friends' names
to make limericks with their names. Here is the one for Mary!
A typically staid lass named Mary
told everyone she’d seen a fairy.
One part she left out
which might cause some doubt:
She’d first drunk a bottle of sherry.
I was startled one day by a horse
While taking his picture of course.
So close had come he
Myself for to see,
We barely escaped intercourse.
A mare with a very nice fanny
meet a stallion who was very randy
when push came to shove
well...the two they made love
and gave birth to a fine colt named Candy!
While trotting one day 'cross the field
My mare caught her hoof on a wheel
thrown off I did drop
into a cow plop
face first and embarrassed for real!
My nephew when he was two years old
Said sweetly "Grannies are for loving"
So I asked fishing for a compliment...
"What are aunts for?
He looked perplexed and shouted "Ants are for biting!!"
Another day he said his granny's lap was comfortable
So I had to ask...
Was I comfortable too?
He eagerly stated
"You are comfortable like a lounge chair!!"
My son saw a lady sweeping one day when he was one year old
and got excited and shouted "Mama look! she's brooming!!"
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Every day I use my time
Writing poetry line by line,
Sometimes I can make it rhyme,
Sometimes....... I can’t.
My head is full of tum te tums
When I just want to write
The serious stuff on big long lines
like proper poets might
The words come out as simple ones
Not intelligent or deep,
Nor contemplative trains of thought
that make the reader weep
Poetically inclined I’m not
It doesn’t really matter
I’ll just keep writing day by day
And maybe I’ll get batter er..better
Jellybean is his name
the kids named him
golden furry little critter
running on his wheel all day
like a little machine
he wakes and runs
and sleeps and eats
then wakes and runs
again every day
on that wheel
except the day
his little cage door
was left open
not his mundane routine
of running on the wheel
instead nervous excitement
all day of exploring
no constraining wheel
freedom to breath
to think to feel
I like the days
when I discover
my cage door
was left open
I just had a morbid thought
I know what it's like to be cardboard
this is my story
you may laugh, you may boo
but I know what it's like to be cardboard
and one day you may too.
I'm stiff today
I'm stiff everyday
I get soggy when I'm wet
But then I get stiff again
I'm afraid of fire
but aren't we all?
I came in pretty packaging
but now the paint's all gone
I break when I bend over
I need to help just to move
I hope one day to float
then be buried in the earth.
-thank you...
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