Humour Poems
Monday
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I dread Monday —
Unlike any other day.
Tumbling upon it — with eyes groggy,
And limbs bound tight with festive strings,
Accompanied by the foulest halitosis from a wayward breath,
With all the liquor and litter,
From the dizzying heights of the debauched weekend —
Reminds me of the journey from
Banterland to Queryland.
I went to Hell to visit the Devil
by Tammy Darby
Just to see what it was like
The smell of brimstone and smoke
Torture and mayhem
Burning heads impaled upon flaming spikes
I shook hands with the evil one
Of course, horned and dressed in red
Very cordial he spoke
Welcome friend mi casa es su casa
But absolutely no communing with the dead
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A Boy Named Sue
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
When I was born I was too ugly
That my parents didn't like me.
So they named me Sue
For I looked like a shoe;
Life is tough for a guy like me.
It was my turn to cook today
by Baramundi Roy
I hammered the steak ‘til it spread out wide
shrinking back again in the pan as it fried.
Along with the chips and red wine to please,
I added the onions, mushrooms and peas.
This was the secret to my meal's success
but it left kitchen in rather a mess!
The biscuit poem.
by Gautham Shankar.
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by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I dread Monday —
Unlike any other day.
Tumbling upon it — with eyes groggy,
And limbs bound tight with festive strings,
Accompanied by the foulest halitosis from a wayward breath,
With all the liquor and litter,
From the dizzying heights of the debauched weekend —
Reminds me of the journey from
Banterland to Queryland.
It was my turn to cook today
by Baramundi Roy
I hammered the steak ‘til it spread out wide
shrinking back again in the pan as it fried.
Along with the chips and red wine to please,
I added the onions, mushrooms and peas.
This was the secret to my meal's success
but it left kitchen in rather a mess!
My wife’s a good looker
by Baramundi Roy
My wife’s a good looker, she can spot anything.
No matter if it’s well hidden she’ll find the thing.
I look in the cupboard unable to see
and she comes along and points it out to me.
Then, out of nowhere it appears before my eyes.
I am sure it was hiding there in disguise.
She must have X-ray vision just like Superman;
I don’t know why she bothers with this old man.
I'm a drifter
by Baramundi Roy
I have it in writing and it’s been confirmed.
It made no difference how much I squirmed.
The tests were done and the consultant decided
that I am a drifter and completely misguided.
I make no plans and just drift through life
which causes great stress to my lovely wife
who is a great planner and thinks ahead
and did not like what the consultant said.
Creaky bed
by Baramundi Roy
Two creaky crocks slept upon a creaky bed
when 'Are you asleep my love?' One of them said.
Then rolled over she held him in her embrace
and he lay there gazing upon her lovely face.
They were aroused and passion started to soar
and that old bed began to creak even more.
Creak, creak, creak, the creaking rhythm increased
and it only stopped when their love making ceased.
