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Funny
This page is full of funny poems that will tickle your funny bone. If you have a are sad and want to become a happy person again you can read one of thase poems and u will be cheered. These poem are proven to cheer you up in your sad times.
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Messy Room
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door. His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or-- Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear, I knew it looked familiar! Poet: Shel Silverstein
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The Horse RideTaking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon. Suddenly the horse lifted his tail And we heard a roaring dragon! The deafening sound hurt my ears And the smell burned the hairs in my nose. My girlfriend sat and glared at me. Somehow my fault I suppose. It was my idea to take the ride, But how was I to know? It really wasn’t in my plans; Didn’t know the horse would blow. The noise and the smell were bad enough, As the wind blew quickly by. But I think the very worst of it, Was the brown stuff in my eye. My girlfriend’s face turned angry red. So I figured I wouldn’t dare, Advise her of the smelly pieces Of horse stuff in her hair. The horse finally stopped; my girl ran away, Stubbornly lifting her chin. I think that horse was enjoying himself, Cause I’m sure I saw him grin. A lesson learned for me today. Although I must confess, I laughed so hard I nearly cried As I wiped away the mess. Poet: Annabel Sheila |
Smarter Than HimI locked my brother in a closet
T’see what he would do. And jus' before I think he lost it, He thoughta something new: “Ha-ha!” he said—I thought, “Oh, dear”-- “You know, I think I got it! I’m not locked insida here, I locked you outta the closet!" “Nuh-uh!” I said; he disagreed, So I opened the door on a whim To prove, before he made me bleed, That I was smarta than him. Poet: Nick Philips |
A Drinking SongThe pleasures of Love and the joys of good Wine,
To perfect our happiness, wisely we join! We, to Beauty, all day. Give the sovereign sway; And her favourite Nymphs devoutly obey! At the Plays, we are constantly making our Court; And when they are ended, we follow the sport To the Mall, and the Park; Where we love till 'tis dark! Then, sparkling Champagne Puts an end to their reign. It quickly recovers Poor languishing Lovers! Makes us frolic and gay; and drowns all our sorrow! But, alas! we relapse again on the morrow! Let every man stand With his Glass in his hand; And briskly discharge, at the word of command! Here 's a Health to all those, Whom, to-night, we depose! Wine and Beauty, by turns, great souls should inspire! Present all together! and now, boys, give fire! Poet: Sir George Etherage |