Humor Poems (1,868)

And the cost of living is rising faster than the tide,
We have no control, just along for the ride,
I can’t go on holiday, I can’t go away, I can’t be there, and
I can’t afford to stay,
Foreign interference makes life a misery, for all of you,
And all of me too!

I've decided to write my bucket list.........

1. Mop bucket

Thats it!

Secret intelligence from the survelliance "mast",
shows life cant continue,
it's growing too fast, ozone layers, emissions from cars,
carbon footprints, it just can't last,

The earth is heating up all too soon, the ice cap
is melting, it's not even June,

What did we do to cause this disaster?, are we the reason
it will be over faster?

The only way (they say) to save this planet, reduce emission,
ask for permission, don't take it to heart, you JUST can't
FART!

I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying,
I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked!

But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the
rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in foreign lands, with no one who cares,
no one who dares, to lead the way, ultimately it's you and it's me who pay!

The art of communication has changed, rearranged, instead of "I said", its now, "I was like" instead of " I said back" it's "I turned around and said", so they are constantly turning around (for no reason) being like something (for no reason) and THEY are going to be the leaders of our world? No rhyme, no time, its all gonna be over soon.

At twenty one and twenty five, you wonder who will be alive, at forty one and forty five, you just don't know who will thrive, at fifty one and sixty one, you wonder why you're not gone!

Marigolds in June can thrive, its Cosmos that do survive, in April and May, who knows what to say, but certain roses bloom all year round, Chantilly Lace shows its grace, but Cinnamon Snow is the way to go. I think, well, it's swim or sink!

This is the dawning of
the Age of Aquarius, Age of Aquar...
..scratch.. enough of that record..
lets see, mmm Beach Boys..
Lets go surfing now, everybody's learning how....
..better.. uplifting...
hmm poetry time

When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For the good thing he's found

hmm sounds familiar, must have been done, lets try again

Baby, let's cruise, away from here
Don't be confused, the way is clear
And if you want it you got it forever
This is not a one night stand

... like it, surely that's original...

You'll never find, as long as you live
Someone who loves you tender like I do
You'll never find, on the graveyard shift
any dinner options, that aren't stew
doesn't take no imagination baby
to put together, some Mexi beans, yeah
whoa, whoa whoa whoa

enough rambling

where were we, ah yes serious poetry

Love for a Spanish girl

midnight in Madrid
castanet
bullfight dawn
the day we met
dark dark dark
gypsy eyes
moving like a tigress
flamenco cries
sailing like Columbus
on your ocean blue
take me around the world
such delights we knew

enough!

And tomorrow will be, oh yes, with or without you or me, its strange to see, such continuity, but that is the way, come what may, when playtime ends, it's goodbye my friends.

And Taylor wrote, "When heaven intends to do some mighty thing, he makes a poet - or at least a King, and those that deny will find the way, by wondrous accident perchance one may,
Grope out a needle in a load of hay;
And though a white crow be exceedingly rare,
A blind man may, by fortune, catch a hare.

Or ride a horse in quarantine, no covid-19!