Funny Poems Novels & Stories

At his words, Jewel could not help but spit the candy in her mouth out before smiling and said, “Haha! Mister, this man’s poem is interesting. He just did doggerel! Haha!” At the same moment, the crowd roared with laughter. “Haha! I’m dying of laughter. What bad poetry, haha!” “He wants to win? He must still be hungover.” Penny also lightly smiled before saying to the fat man, “Sir, please go back and sober up.” At the same time, two burly men rushed up to the stage and kicked the fat man off-stage. This Poetry League was no child’s play. This man was a troublemaker for sure. The two verses he recited just moments ago could not even be considered doggerel.

I forgot how she too can be a mother hen. An hour later, a paused show and three stoned girls lie on my bed as they look at the ceiling. "How will you tell mum you are dating two guys?" I blurt out and Naomi starts laughing as if I said the funniest thing. "Why are you laughing?" I ask just as Kelly starts laughing too. "What's funny?" I ask, trying to keep my laugh in. "I just imagined a sandwich. Bread on both sides, that is Olives and that other cute gay guy. I need to be a poet. Gay guy. That rhymes." Kelly says as she laughs and I burst out laughing too while looking at her.

She quickly typed again and turned the screen toward me. * No. Like ‘I Like My Body When It Is With Your Body’ by e.e. cummings. ‘Warming Her Pearls’ by Carol Ann Duffy. * She paused before typing the next words, her grin widening. * I read erotic poems like a true lady. * A deep, surprised laugh rumbled out of me. I couldn’t help it. "Lyric Spencer reads naughty poems?" I teased, nudging her lightly with my elbow. She nodded, her grin unapologetic.

Sure enough, Adrian closed his mouth. "Darling, then I will tell you a joke. There was a toothpick that was walking along the road. Just then, it saw a hedgehog running past the middle of the road, and then it shouted something at the hedgehog. Guess what it shouted? Yes, it is called the hedgehog 'bus'!! Haha, it's funny, isn't it?" RK felt that listening to Adrian's jokes would make him want to sleep even more than listening to him recite poems. This guy couldn't even tell a good joke. What was the meaning of telling a joke that everyone already knew? Would Stella laugh? What a childish kid.

They were still laughing, like nothing mattered. I hugged my knees to my chest and pressed my back to the cool brick wall. I dragged the toe of my shoe through the dirt, drawing meaningless lines. Circles. Anything to distract myself. What were they even laughing about? Maybe it was something Penny said. She wasn’t even that funny, yet somehow everyone she talks to laughs at her jokes like she’s some kind of comedian. I rolled my eyes. I bet the Caelum Devils are fawning over her. Like puppets.

He said this to me while stuttering and sweating profusely on his palm. I paused for a moment before smiling because I suddenly remembered an old joke. "What makes fowl so amusing?" Arthur arched his brow and couldn't come up with an answer. I cleared my throat and imitated how fowls make noise. "Becauseeeeee!!" I declared, making both of us laugh out loud.

“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.”

She barely laughed at his jokes. “What’s funny?”

🎶🎼 Fat Funny Friend By Maddie Zahm I break the ice… so they don’t see my size… and I have to be nice… or I be next punchline… I’m just the best friend in a Hollywood movie… who only exists to continue the story… the girl gets the guy while I’m standing off screen… so I wait for my cue to be comic relief… Can’t be too loud, can’t be too busy… if I don’t answer now how they still gonna need me… can’t be too proud, can’t be think pretty… do there keep me around so their flaws just seem silly? Life of a funny fat friend… life of a funny fat friend…

I made a zipping motion across my lips, doing my best to look serious. Evans straightened in his chair, his expression growing intense as he began: “The moon whispers secrets the sun dares not tell, And shadows dance where quiet truths dwell...” I couldn’t help it—I burst into laughter. “I knew it!” he exclaimed, throwing his napkin at me. “I’m sorry!” I gasped between laughs, holding up my hands in surrender. “It’s just...you’re so serious about it!” “That’s because poetry is serious,” he said, his tone mock offended.