Missing
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glasses, I'm in need,
To have them now so I can read.
The short poem is more challenging to write than a longer poem. It seeks to make every word count and mean exactly what is intended. A short poem has the added benefit of getting the message of poem through to the reader in a succinct way. There are many traditional styles of humorous short poems. The challenge is in getting your words into the proper number of syllables in each stanza. These poems have a technical element to them that contrast with the free flowing poems that are more common today.
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glasses, I'm in need,
To have them now so I can read.
Woah! This is a funny poem and I can relate to it. I've misplaced my glasses too, more times than I care to remember and when I eventually find them, I'd be like "Would you believe this?"....
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When I'm old and mankey,
I'll never use a hanky.
I'll wee on plants
and soil my pants
I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
For a stranger sight you'd have to go far.
I asked him once why he lived in a jar.
He grimaced and said, how bizarre you are.
I LOVE strangeness, the bizarre, the absurd... thus, this is right up my bowling alley!
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All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of gold.
Why is heaven such a doggie-delight?
Why, because there's not a single cat in sight!
It is nice. It describes humans as dogs, and obstacles, problems, etc. as cats (simply means heaven is peaceful).
Tinkle, Tinkle little car
How I wonder what you are.
Leaking oil every day...
This is funny. I like it. The best part is I can sing it to my sister because she won't know the difference between Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Car.
I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
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Oh my beloved belly button.
The squidgy ring in my midriff mutton.
Your mystery is such tricky stuff:
Why are you so full of fluff?
Very weird. Makes me think of my brothers writing poems, which is scary to think about.
Raindrops on this page
Wind blows my paper away
Oh crap! I need that...
This was simply hilarious...never thought a mere 3 lines could make me laugh this hard!
This is really funny! I added it to my homemade anthology that we're making at home, with credits to you of course! Well done!
A mime make a rhyme?
Sure a mime can make a rhyme,
But who would hear it?
I suppose it would be poetry in motion ... I like the idea!