Novel & Cerita Extremely Funny Poems

"Hahahahaha I swear your expression is so funny, like the complex moms whose husbands cheat on each other." Again he managed to trick her, Green desperately wanted to stab the man with a kitchen knife in her hand at the same time, if it was not forbidden, Green would do now. "The joke's weird, it's not funny at all." Langit tried to stop his laughter, and it had been long he didn't laugh loudly like today, his heavy things lifted with the laughter echoing in the room. "Green..., thank you." Langit spoke softly after stopping his laughter. "Why? For instant noodles?"

She’s such a joy killer! A real party pooper, that’s what she is. Anyways, the guys opened the file sent to them at the same time, and they raised their heads to stare at me strangely before bursting into a fit of laughter. They laughed so hysterically and almost fell off their seats while laughing. It seemed a bit strange, and I got curious about what was making them laugh, so I grabbed Ethan’s phone and opened the file that was making them laugh like clowns.

"Twinkling spoons in a teapot's dream, Jellyfish waltz in a cosmic stream. Pickles hummed a secret rhyme, Moonbeams whispered cheese and thyme. Penguins danced on rainbow clouds, Unicorn whispers in mushroom crowds. Bananas wore polka dot shoes, Stars played chess, swapping hues. Toasters sang opera in the key of green, Elephants tap-danced on a trampoline. Butterflies knitted socks for the moon, Balloons recited a backwards cartoon. In a world where logic takes a break, Nonsense reigns, a merry mindquake. A symphony of chaos, oh what a treat, In this realm of whimsy, where absurdities meet." The smile on her face was oddly serene as she sang, her eyes gleaming with an enigmatic gleam. The w

He got me flowers with a note containing a poem; Plenty of apologies Plenty of kisses Too much love for you Many beautiful promises Lots of hugs Tender feelings so true I will do anything To make up to you I am sorry. It was such a corny poem that I smiled and rolled my eyes when I read it. I was reading it every now and then despite how corny it was. Femi was adorable that was for sure. Such a sweet guy. I had a feeling from the corniness of the poem that he didn’t know what to do with himself in this situation, hence the corniness.

It doesn't go easy; it goes fighting to curve the tips of my lips, every step of the way. "So you are one of these "O thy flowers are blue, O thy bum-bum is brown people" ". I laugh myself silly. "What was that? Please tell me you were trying joking. Please!" I beg. "Like it or not that's what you poets sound like to me." He smirks. "You poets? Seriously? So I am now part of "you poets". Heartbreaking." I say clutching my chest in mock horror. "Don't take it personal." He chuckles. Then he goes back to squinting at the next scrawl. It's a wonder he can even comprehend my handwriting. Aunty Seedy jokes that my writing is "fowl scratch". You should see hers.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

The absurdity of it all… the manipulation, the ultimatum, the sheer audacity, it was too much. My father barked, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits, "And what's so funny, Graham? This is hardly the time for hysterics. Your life is falling apart and your mother is trying to hand you a lifeline." I wheezed, wiping a stray tear from the corner of my eye that had absolutely nothing to do with joy. My chest ached from the effort of breathing through the laughter. "What's funny? The funny thing here is that you actually think you can use my own child as a bargaining chip. That is truly, spectacularly funny. I mean, the sheer audacity, Mother. It's almost impressive."

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

The others pressed their lips together to refrain from laughing. "Don't You Guys Dare Laugh At That!" Then he pointed his finger at me and yelled, "CUPCAKE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I COULD DO TO YOU?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I call it like I see it." Poet hunched over, laughing, "I really like your sense of humor, princess." He said, wiping the tears that escaped his eyes from laughing. Adrian snickered. "Princess, more like a devil. She literally just tried to kill me not even five minutes ago, in case you forgot."