FUNNY POEMS

~~ 21 ~~
There's the hero Galahad,
In a coat of mail clad,
Heading a brave squad,
Marching toward Bagdad,
To catch a low cad
And his wicked dad.
On the way what he had?
This valiant clever lad.
Why was he so glad,
Or sometimes so mad?
For he met a dryad,
And then a naiad.
This was not bad.
The story was not sad.

~~ 22 ~~
Men come from clay,
But in naked array.
When east is still gray
Not yet the sun ray
Of the fine day,
They put on cosplay,
On the beach they play
By the Biscay bay.
It is a holiday,
Also their heyday.
They look like stray,
Roaming by railway,
No work and no pay.
Every night they'll lay
On some stacks of hay,
But they are so gay,
Though no food on tray.
They like thus ever to stay.
Their decision'll never sway.
It's just a hearsay,
I am told today.
So nothing you'd say.
Life is just this way.

~~ 23 ~~
In a heavy fog,
I take a  noon jog,
And walk my dog.
I trip over a log,
And fall into a bog,
And meet a fat frog
Having a dialog
With a little hog,
Who is so agog
As if drunk with grog.
I put it in my blog.

~~ 24 ~~
There was a knight
With main and might.
He was once in sight
Of a lion on his right
On a mountain hight.
They got into a fight
From early daylight,
When the sun's bright,
To dusk and twilight,
Till the late night.
He held his spear tight.
The lion got in a plight,
Then it fell in fright,
And soon in flight.
He laughed in delight.

~~ 25 ~~
I never really think
At the far brink
Of a skating rink,
There is a mink
With a color of ink,
And spots of pink,
With an odor of stink.
So my heart does sink,
And I have to shrink.
My eyes do blink,
And then wink.
I've to buy a drink.

~~ 26 ~~
I had a bad bode
In mysterious code,
I couldn't forebode,
That my dear abode
Would soon explode
In a tragic mode.
Ere it, away I strode,
And in a car I rode
To my new abode.
That's a bad episode
I'd like to write an ode.

~~ 27 ~~
In a mysterious zone,
The ground full of bone,
When the sun shone
Through broken ozone,
There was seen a crone,
Who lived sadly alone,
Wearing a hat of cone,
Laughing like bees drone,
Speaking in a weird tone,
To a stranger on the phone.
She sat on a seat of stone,
Looking like on the throne.

~~ 28 ~~
There was a big fellow,
Who married a widow,
Who often sat by window,
Which was painted yellow,
She often hugged a pillow,
Looking like in deep sorrow.
They'd no pelf, in it to wallow,
Only lived in a bungalow,
On a distant meadow,
Beside a hill so low;
A stream did flow
Which was shallow,
Thro the dale so narrow.
The water ran very slow.
None could see any billow.
The fellow did borrow
A sharp swift arrow
With a strong bow,.
He shot a flying crow;
On its back was a sparrow.
He saw a cow below,
Hearing its bellow.
It rested under the shadow
Of a weeping willow.
In fields wheat did grow;
So did flowers blow.
After storm there did glow
In sky a colorful rainbow,
And also flew by a swallow,
With an eagle to follow.
The swallow hid in a hollow.
The eagle turned to attack a sow.
Then there came a heavy snow.
That's all what I know.
Nothing more I can show.

~~ 29 ~~
Once I saw a boat,
That by itself did float
On the water of a moat.
In it there was a goat,
Wearing a fur coat,
Taking a meal of oat,
That stuck in its throat.

~~ 30 ~~
I have a great wish
That life without anguish,
No swords to brandish,
No nations to perish,
None need to punish,
People not selfish,
And also not foolish,
Only love to cherish,
All business flourish,
Dainty food nourish,
With all kinds of fish
On every family's dish,
Good books publish,
Fine things never finish,
For benefits of the Polish,
For benefits of Spanish,
For benefits of Turkish,
for benefits of Swedish,
Also for the British,
Who speak English,
So the world will astonish.

~~ 31 ~~
Though I have the gout,
I still like to go out,
And in woods walk about.
My wife is so stout,
Religiously devout.
She loves to cook trout
With bamboo sprout.
She also likes to pout,
And loud to shout,
Which puts me to rout,
Even if I am a scout.

~~ 32 ~~
Once I was in Warsaw,
When the snow did thaw,
A flying crow I saw,
With sth in its claw,
And I heard its caw.
I had a picture to draw,
Of a lady in a rickshaw,
Drinking with a straw,
Of a boy on a seesaw,
Giving a merry guffaw,
Also a dog lifting its paw.
It used its strong jaw,
At a steak it did gnaw
Which was still raw.

~~ 33 ~~
I see the spire gleam
In the morn's sun beam.
I see spirally rising steam,
Over a distant stream.
I meet a friend in a team,
All are eating ice cream.
I'm awakened by a scream
From my multi-dream.

~~ 34 ~~
From poetry apart,
I like music and art,
Especially Mozart,
Who was so smart,
And in the most part
fine melodies to impart.

Now I go to a mart,
So shopping does start.
Between lanes I dart,
And put things in a cart,
Including a box of tart,
Before I finish and depart.

~~ 35 ~~
There was a nun,
Who liked to run
Under the hot sun.
She loved to eat bun,
And often had fun
By speaking a pun,
And carrying a gun;
People did stun,
And had to shun,
Away they did run.

~~ 36 ~~
I knew a pretty dame,
Who had a great fame,
Called Ellen by name,
From other state she came.
Her photo in a silver frame.
She liked to play game,
Forgetting the pan on flame;
To her it's really shame,
No one but her to blame.
She always did the same,
Giving excuse so lame.

~~ 37 ~~
One day I took a stroll,
While enjoying my troll.
I came across a roll
Of a painting scroll,
On which I saw a doll,
Sitting on top of a knoll,
Against a tree it did loll,
In a colored dress so droll.

~~ 38 ~~
Once I kept a fowl.
It got food from bowl.
I heard a dog howl,
Another dog growl,
And third dog yowl.
I had to scowl.
I liked hoot of owl.

~~ 39 ~~
In time of yore,
I was a man of lore.
I liked to explore
In ancient Baltimore,
And the Greek shore.
Their relics galore,
All I did adore.
For that I swore.
Their costume I wore,
Which unawares I tore.
The tear I couldn't ignore.
How could I it restore?
I could do nothing more,
but suffer my heart sore.

~~ 40 ~~
I saw my friend Frank,
An officer of high rank,
Standing on a plank,
Connecting to the bank;
His sword made a clank.
His mind looked blank.
He was lean and lank.
From a bottle he drank.
He's watching a tank,
Which slowly sank.
For that should I thank?