Funny Poetry Novels & Stories

"Oh, you think so, huh? Well, I warn you, I'm a volcano ready to erupt in all sorts of unsavory ways." ‌ The second man's chuckle was genuine, his tone warm and inviting. "Volcanoes, eh? Seems we've stumbled upon a character of intrigue." ‌ As the car's engine hummed to life, Niels let out a theatrical belch, his words almost poetic in their absurdity. "Ah, the symphony of the inebriated, a sweet melody of fermented joy." ‌ The third man's laughter was a pleasant surprise, his demeanor more relatable than expected. "You, my friend, are an enigma wrapped in a riddle, swathed in a bottle of booze."

Together, they formed a dynamic duo, effortlessly bringing smiles to our faces. Elliot, with his quick wit and mischievous grin, joined in the merriment, contributing his fair share of jokes and hilarious anecdotes. His infectious laughter was contagious, spreading joy throughout our gathering. We exchanged quips and jests, the playful banter building a sense of camaraderie that transcended mere acquaintanceship. As we shared our stories and laughed until our sides ached, time seemed to lose its grip on us. The world around us faded into the background, and the park became a stage for our collective happiness. Each moment was etched in my memory, like a mosaic of laughter and shared experien

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.

He doesn't know whether he'll get amazed by his accurate prediction or feel depressed because that's what really happened. With a lazy tone, he asks a series of questions, "So, did you laugh at my poems? Did he laugh too? What did he say when he lends that to you?" "Laughed?" Prince Yin Wenyan can't believe what he just heard. He turns around to face the eunuch. "Why would I laugh? Why would he laugh? I... We both think these poems were well-composed. They're full of emotions, I love each and every poem written in here."

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

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.

"We're hoping you'll find it funny and entertaining. Nerius squawked in encouragement, causing me to smile. “Um, what did the Griffon say when he walked into the bar?” I asked. “What?” Szan asked. “Ouch.” Only the Fiery Lynxes found that funny. Yeah this was going to be pretty rough. One after another we went up and told our funniest jokes and yet there was nothing. Not a chitter, a chuckle or even a snort from the Griffons. We were becoming hopeless.

he walks away I let out a sigh Don't worry mum, I'll find you and am going to free you from him This monster, I hope you're still alive Roses are red And so are some lipstick My poems probably making you guys sick But once you see it you'll know you've come to the end of another episode You could do something better than reading it though Like maybe kissing Santa on a mistletoe Yeah you got me I just wanted a rhyme Thanks for reading my lines (see what I did there) If you laugh you'll surely die Sorry don't be scared I'm just kidding Am probably sure you're wishing for this to end

“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.”