Funny Humorous Poems Novels & Stories

The naughty boys back in their youth won’t dare crack a joke at her expense. Tess noticed his telling smile and asked what could be so funny that he couldn’t contain his grin. Hugh welcomely took her question, responding by letting it out and turning his smile into a laugh. Then he threw the punchline he’d been damn wanting to release. “They must be calling you ‘Lord of the Jungle Greens’.” While trying to keep the seriousness in her face upon entering the room, the punchline caused her to give in to the sudden lightness of the mood in the room. She acknowledged, “That’s not a bad joke, Hugh. You have sharpened your sense of humor I guess.”

Their breathless snickering filled my ears as they circled me and looked down at me with nothing but lust and excitement in their reddened eyes. "Aw, missy, you really gave us a run for our money, didn’t ya?" One of them said, and his comrades laughed in response. I did not know what was so funny about what he had said. I never knew what humor was. Sometimes I like to believe I am broken because even with my girlfriends, I never smiled with them, I never laughed at the jokes they told. I never found humor in this world.

“Why did you not laugh?” Fay slowly got to her feet and cast a patronizing glance at Mina. "How do you feel about that? Is your joke truly funny? Check to see who is still laughing among those in attendance. Furthermore, a joke isn't considered a joke if it doesn't make the person telling it laugh,” After pausing, she went on, "It is called having a foul mouth." Everyone's odd eyes shifted to Mina as Fay said these words. Mina’s cheeks abruptly turned scarlet, and her eyes were full of hate as she gave Fay a scathing glance.

From unexpected chicken escapades to stumbling on hay bales, each fun situation provided us with renewing laughs and an even deeper connection. The funny moments not only brought us joy, but also taught us to embrace imperfection and find humor in the most unusual situations. These moments also united us, creating shared memories that would be remembered with a smile even after our tasks on the farm were completed. And so, we continued to face the daily tasks with a touch of humor, knowing that each shared laugh brought us even closer. These funny moments have become a constant reminder that life is full of surprises, and that it is important to embrace joy and lightness, even in the midst o

“Oh man, burning poop!” “No, shit!” “Yes shit, dog shit.” “This is gonna be funny as hell.” “All we gotta do is get a stick, put dog poop in the bag. We close up the bag and pour a little lighter fluid on it, and light it. Then we ring the doorbell and run like hell.”

I typed out a few sentences, then deleted them right away. Nothing was coming out exactly the way I wanted it to. If Vasha wasn’t dead to the world, I would have left the situation for her to deal with. I wish she would have told this lunatic to hop on someone else’s dick a long time ago. Some people don’t deserve second chances. God this is so fucked. “Not my circus, not my monkeys...” I mumbled the infamous Polish saying under my breath. Just as I was talking myself out of messing with any of it until my girlfriend was awake enough to read the texts, Olya fired over another one.

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

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.

Rogan, known for his quick wit and playful nature, effortlessly unleashed a barrage of jokes that left Emily in fits of laughter. As they ventured deeper into the garden, Emily found herself increasingly enchanted by Rogan's magnetic personality. His words flowed effortlessly, each one crafted to elicit joy and amusement. She was captivated by his ability to find humor in the simplest of things, his infectious laughter ringing in her ears like sweet music.

It took everything in me to stop myself from acting rashly. Abruptly, she burst into a peal of laughter. The laughter started with a few chuckles before it turned into full-blown hysterical laughter. I was confused and perplexed. What was funny about the whole thing happening? I thought she was offended by my utterances a while ago. What was happening? “I didn’t think you would be this humorous, Liam. OMG!” she mumbled amidst her laughter, tilting her head backward as she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. “You crack jokes effortlessly. I must commend your skill. You have a huge talent,” she continued.