Funny Summer Poems | Examples
These Funny Summer poems are examples of Summer poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Summer Funny poems written by international poets.
Spring, always
just a few weeks away.
Dark branches begin to bud wet
I knew you couldn't stay.
How I remember our first Fall,
and the long Winter most of all.
I must make amends and start again,
isn't it funny how love resets.
Wi' misty hands of time
we're bound to forget,
our fading summer.
Hope I'm the only one you call Beb
Every time you go to Bed
Keep it low-key with them Blues
Or listen to my lyrical Bars
You Promised to be my only
I go keep it a hundred with you Bae
You pretty thick with some big Booty
I love everything 'bout your Body
Go put on your Bikini
Lemme take you out to the Beach
Bang you hard from the Bay
With no sweeting in its coastal Breeze
surviving_pawn
sun's too hot to bear—
he just wanted a tan but
became a snack fast.
I had a vain neighbor called Jimsmooth
Opened on baywalk a fruit drink booth
Bragging, he downed sweet stuff
Till gummy gums got rough
Sugar binge left him without a tooth!
Lulled to slumber by humid summer breeze
She dozed to sleep dreaming of chilly ease
Plunging into swimming pool
Oh, so delightfully cool
Rising up, she woke herself with loud sneeze.
July 3, 2025
3rd place, "Summer Funny Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 7/13/2025
Sirius is approaching the gate
dragging the hot and humid like bait.
Scorching dog days are back.
A violent attack!
I fear I will burn my shaven pate!
In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets,
stops the lazy time, for clock’s hands he sets.
In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets.
The Fourth of July is almost here,
it will be hot but will it be clear?
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Pretty colors do not run in fear.
Calendar commences, conviviality,
kids kvetch knishes cold,
cantaloupe crappy,
kids constantly crunching cookies,
cake, candy.
Could kayaking, canoeing, camping
in Canada cure cantankerous
children's contention?
Can caddying at the country club
conquer kid's complaining?
chaos could conduce calamity,
kindred claiming complete cuckoo-ness,
summer sanity-stealing s'mores scavengers!
The sun is high in the summer sky
And no clouds to be seen
The grass is high neath the summer sky
And growing tall and green
The mower starts with growling roar
And cuts through swaths of fescue
This mowing proves a sweaty chore
And soon I beg for rescue
My lawn’s expanse appears to grow
The longer that I labor
Seems to expand as I cut each row
The mower becomes my sabre
And I a true knight dueling a foe
Who laughs at my every advance
He stands unyielding before each blow
And about the green our martial dance
With never a sign of surrender
The fight goes on between us two
Which shall prove to be the pretender
Victory comes with the aim that’s true
And at last my foe lies low
Beneath the heel of the victor
Yet even now it grows
Who shall win next Saturday?
Sadly there is no predictor
Herodotus thought that the sun,
When blown from its course, summer's done.
That wasn't quite true,
Was maybe coo-coo,
But thinking about it is fun.
In Summer
In summer, Jerry cans yearn to
host toffee apple parties, man holes
trick lost drivers, urine people
wear funny hats
about, pine cones get spat on by
urchins, flags go into a
trance, steam shapes learn to
wink, hiking trails get
rude, sprinklers thirst
making meat pies, scavengers deliver
pamphlets, stars get
drunk, swimming pools scold
strawberry patches for
being forgetful, fire pits ride
bikes, kayakes roll down
hills,bsandpits debate
sandwiches, debate their quality of
health.
In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets,
lazy time passes him by, he forgets.
In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets.
Loosening her two-piece in the sun
Gail rubbed sweet cream to tan, to have fun-
With bod on a hilla
Ants crawled with much thrilla--
Ran she, exposing a burnt bun-bun !
Gene went for a dip in the local pool
His swimsuit was loose, he thought it was cool
Had four beers, he felt mellow
Soon Gene turned the pool yellow
He’d turn it brown too ~ if he could refuel
~ Entry in 'A Funny Summer Limerick' Contest ~
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
August 01 2024