Can your write me a funny poem... (details inside).......?

Question

im in a bad mood and feel like hearing a funny poem


please and thanks

one that YOU wrote please...

Answer 1

a woman says "doctor my Ron
he thinks he's a refrigerator"
the doc replys "theres no harm in a simple mental delusion"
she then says back "i know its not that" but when he speaks the light flashes on

Answer 2

A funny poem would be a limerick. Here goes:

A masculine girl from Khartoum
Took a feminine boy to her room
The spent the whole night
In a helluva fight
As to which should do what and to whom.


Don't like that one? Okay, I'll give it another shot:

There was a young lady named Claire
Who had a magnificent pair
Or so I thought,
Until I saw one get caught
On a thorn
And begin losing air.

Answer 3

"Furor Scribendi"

An open notebook is to blame;
Its clean white paper called my name.
My pen descended with a word...
Then came a second and a third.
My pen won't stop--I asked it please;
No cure is made for this disease,
With joy I travel page by page,
The victim of a writing rage.
"Furor scribendi" captured me,
And I've no wish to be set free.

I wrote this in high school, when I literally couldn't stop writing poetry. I loved it and wish I still had so much time to think and write my thoughts...I grew up and am too busy, I'm afraid.
Furor scribendi is Latin for "a rage for writing."

Answer 4

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Answer 5

There once was a man named Bird
Who needed to hear a kind word
So he went on the net
To see what he'd get
But the answers he got were absurd.

Answer 6

this poem is about regret so here it go for what i regret it hurt me inside all i was just hoping that their was a stop up ahead i run to the bath room and let it loose and what i regret is eating that bean burrito this is my 1st time doing a poem

Answer 7

I saw the Birdman's face today
So sad he was I heard him say
"Make me a rhyme and make me smile,
It will only take a little while."

My fingers are on the keyboard keys
Ready to write and ready to please
I scratch my head and type these words
But Birdman says "that's for the birds!"

Answer 8

On the shirt of a bar-maid in Yale,
Was posted the prices of Ale,
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was the same exact message in brail.

:-)