Funny Truck Poems | Examples
These Funny Truck poems are examples of Truck poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Truck Funny poems written by international poets.
I began to laugh but caught it in mid air
remembering this was my first Christmas without my mother
I have had eleven months of not laughing
Why start now?
What is the matter? A friend asked. Not having any idea.
For her mother is alive and well, at the next table.
Even people who have lost their mothers do not get it
Because their mother was not my mother.
How long are you going to punish yourself? My muse wondered.
She is getting tired of this determination to be sad.
We did not kill my mother.
Bone cancer did.
Something else happened, and it was amazingly funny.
I began to laugh and could not stop. I laughed like a fire truck engine.
People in the restaurant stared. There were tears flying out of my eyes.
I looked like a clown on speed.
I did not care.
Sometimes the best times are the ones
that help hide your real feelings.
This was one of those slivers of a silver moments.
Driving down the highway,
90 miles an hour,
trying to get back to you,
so I could give you flowers.
The truck she was purring like a kitten,
sweet sounding as she could be.
Sometimes seems she knew,
we were headed home you see.
What a wonderful truck she is,
never to give me grief,
always ready in a flash,
to my great relief.
Then all of a sudden she starts a knocking,
heard a rattling as well,
and all I could think was
" what the h***".
Then she starts slowing,
no matter how I pushed her.
Next was a big ole' BANG,
and she says whoa mister.
"You stripped my gears and left me shiftless"
Now you gonna pay,
so don't come back knocking,
for a roll in the hay.
You ain't gonna get it,
ain't coming back to you.
So keep on trucking,
in your truck so blue.
2008
My truck is so old…
When I buy gas, I get a free Flintstone glass.
So old that mold has my truck growing on it.
So old that when I bought it used I found Betty White`s prom dress under
the seat.
So old pot holes cover up when they see me coming.
So old, all it`s parts have "if found," return address labels.
So old my seatbelt is my Mother`s right arm.
So old Moon river`s the only song on the radio.
So old it has a Nixon/Agnew bumper sticker.
My truck is so old that when I go in for an inspection, I have to come back
the next day... After they`ve stopped laughing.
One habit to which I adhere
I clean out my Ford once a year
Back seat yet to fill
Keep truckin’ until
I’m no longer able to steer
My New Truck
6/30/13
Finally got a brand new truck.
How did I have such awesome luck?
I wish it would run,
I’d have much fun,
It’s sadly, in the driveway, stuck.
is it his truck
or the jeans he wears
what makes a man a man?
I love my truck,
I really do.
If it would only do
What I want it to!!
It causes such grief
When it will not run.
That day of planned fun
Really never begun.
The moral of the story
Is quite simple, you see,
The truck's age should be
Never more than three!!
I was following a speeding ambulance down the street the other day,
When it took a sharp corner and the back door flew open all the way!
A large Styrofoam box fell out and I screeched to a halt to peer inside.
What I found was so loathsome that my amazement I could not hide!
Nestling in packed ice and peering back at me was a human toe!
I reckoned it was being taken to a hapless chap on which to re-sew!
As a result of this very grave incident the only thing I knew to do,
Was summon a 'tow' truck! I think you would've done the same thing too!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Don't panic - this is another fictional write!
The Truck Driver
By Elton Camp
Bruce had a job he wasn’t wild about.
He drove a big truck on a regular route.
Then on one fine summer day,
He stopped at a café on the way.
Bruce was sitting at the bar on a stool
Minding his business as was his rule.
On a cup of strong coffee he did sip.
So he’d stay alert for the long trip.
From the parking lot came a roar.
The sound the waitress did abhor.
“It’s that horrible motorcycle gang.
As always, I’m in for a harangue.”
Into the room they stalked with a smirk.
Each one appeared to be a dirty jerk.
Their cursing and sneering was a disgrace.
Each had a scraggly beard covering his face.
“Hello, baby, you cute little miss.
This time, how about a big kiss?”
Bruce looked the thug in the eye.
“A little courtesy you should try.”
The thug threw the coffee in his face.
“A little man like you is a disgrace.”
Bruce just calmly wiped the coffee away.
He went out the door with nothing to say.
To the waitress he spit, “Not much of a man, is he?
With that, even a **** like you will have to agree.”
“He’s not a very good driver I’d have to say.
He just crushed ten motorcycles on his way.”
My Redneck Truck
I love to ride around in my redneck truck
Even though I do not hunt rabbit, duck, or buck,
It makes me feel great when life goes a-muck.
And when I am enamored or by nature, moonstruck.
An ordinary truck somewhat knocked around.
No longer has a bumper, headlight lost, not found.
It never has complaints, no, not one sound.
That is why we take it when we go to town.
The AC might be broken but the windows work.
Sometimes my hair blows wildly, just one quirk.
I laugh so loud some people think I’ve gone berserk.
Always overjoyed because it beats legwork.
© August 3, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
hot summer day so humid
music in the distance here it comes
the Jolly ice cream truck.
Driving down the road
Giving ice cream to the kids
Four wheels of deliciousness
Really catchy tune
I dont no how much it is
Depends on what kind you get
In my travels around....
from town to town...
I found sitting next to a tree...
a red truck for sale...
that looked like _ell!
a ford, nineteen fifty-three...
So I knocked on the door...
and wasn't for sure...
if they'd sell it to me...
When they answered the door...
they wanted more...
but I gave them two-fifty, not three...
I got it running at last...
and oh! what a task!
I couldn't wait to set it free...
Yea!! it's really fast...
when I give it the gas...
ask those cops who gave tickets to me!
The body's intact...
just one ding and a whack!!
I'll paint it just wait and see!!!
As we stop, I pull out my jar of Vic's vapor rub
I put some up my nostrils, this job you cannot love
But it pays the bills, I make my living
Trash day is when people are most giving
They are selfless when getting rid of what they see as junk
Whew! That smell from the back of a garbage truck
I spot a pair of shoes for my kid
I will wash them first, get rid of the odor of rotted squid
My niece's birthday is coming up soon
I found a playhouse with dishes, forks, cups and spoons
It's family night tonight at home
The unknown video I found will be shown
Finding the right stuff is a matter of luck
It is just my point of view from the back of a garbage truck
I found a half a bucket of KFC
I take a smell, it smells as fresh as can be, what a surprise for my family
Two hours later, the family can't keep their meal down
They are so ungrateful about the food I found
I am on a strict budget, I have to find a way to save a couple bucks
More dinners will be found because I work on the back of a garbage truck
She wanted a job that was good
One that would pay like it should
So she found one she thought was cool
And headed on down to truck driving school
You see, truck drivin’ s in her blood veins
So this decision wasn’t all that strange
Her daddy was a truck drivin’ fool
So why shouldn’t she go to truck driving school
Her favorite uncle had taken her on the road
She knew, like him, she could pull a load
Her honey, Craig, drives a large car, too
She could handle this truck driving school
To San Antonio, she drove on down
It has always been a favorite town
Passed the written Dot after learning the rules
She was strutting her stuff at truck driving school
Without much money, but a lot of guts
She knew she had to get out of her ruts
She’ll be like her daddy, a gear jammin’ fool
When she graduates from truck driving school