Rhyme Funny Poems Novels & Stories

DeeDee said, clasping her hands to her chest. Ryden twitched next to me and I fought the urge to look at him, because I was pretty certain I would start laughing and not stop if I saw the look on his face. It was obvious enough the poem was about him, wasn’t it? “Shouldn’t poems rhyme?” I muttered. Stu glanced at me, and the pity in his face made me want to deck him. But I didn’t. “It’s so cliché for poems to rhyme nowadays,” he said eagerly.

I asked out of curiosity, I really want to know the next line. “Hmmm… I don’t really… remember as it… was just song… by the bards… but it goes… like this… “Easy comes, easy go's. A flower bed, a garden rose. Tress are dancing, wind is gushing. Birds are singing, snakes are grinning.” That is a weird poem, it doesn't seem to have any meaning. I kept wondering who the author was and what was in his mind when he wrote that. "Do you know who wrote non Droon?"

She then started laughing like crazy. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again. ” My body shaked as I heard the nursery rhyme. The way she sang it is so creepy that it made us shiver.

Rhino scolded, "Shut up. What's so funny here?" Harold somehow stopped laughing and said to Edith, "Buddy, I remember a poem, wanna hear?" Edith also said with a mischievous smile, "Yeah yeah sure tell me." Harold started saying the poem in a joking way, Don't know If I am the only one in love with you Sometimes I am a gardener, Sometimes I am a teacher Sometimes I am a shepherd for you. Saying that Harold looked at Edith somehow holding his laugh. Edith said with his right hand in front of his face, "Wow! Wow! Believe me it was totally a bathroom level poem. You should get an award from me."

I do not think they will find that fun. Riccardo turns to me as we enter the car and starts singing: "You put your right foot in. You take your right foot out. You put your right foot in. And you shake it all about. You do the hanky panky. And you turn yourself around. That's what it's all about." "It is the hokey pokey, and stop saying those words. The children will not forget it, and then we will say it in front of other people, and then we will be embarrassed. What if they say it in school?" I say.

A poem by Moxie, "Roses are red, viloets are blue....this stupid author has no update for you" A poem by Dante, "When it rains it pours, but hopefully not indoors...unless your author has dogs and dirt backyard...it makes keeping mud outside SUPER HARD"

Then everything went black. ******************** I heard beautiful laughter. It reminded me of a child’s giggle, but with more substance. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew it was Vasha. The sky above was clear and light blue. Warm wind blew around me as I searched the field of Sunflowers for my friend's laughter. She started to squeal with happiness, and I followed the sound. Within seconds I was rewarded with her thin arms looping around my neck. She felt delicate, but strong. Her lips whispered low, in an alluring way.

Bubbling ass is the name Of my dear friend, Ugly old bubbling ass Shake,Shake,Shake it ! And there’s my little fairy Charming like a fairy Sweet as candy , Fly away,little fairy. As Amy continued to sing, Camellia clutched her lower abdomen, gasping for breath amid her laughter. “See, who’s laughing now?” Amy remarked, pausing her song to join Camellia in mirth. Their laughter was short-lived, however, as a look of fear quickly replaced Camellia's smile when she glanced around them.

I THOUGHT I drowned in my dreams and when I woke up, I will be at ease. But it turned out that someone poured a dipper of water on my face. I was bedraggled like a dying plant in a garden. Great! "What are you doing?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. “What are you doing?” Rhyme mocked me. “Why are you paddling like a dog in deep water?” he teased me while containing his laughter. I gave him a death glare and I didn’t give him an answer. That made him spoke again. "You’re not waking up and it’s already noon. I should be out to my work so how am I supposed to wake you up then?" Rhyme explained.

I noticed some of the pages were bookmarked and I turned to those first. The first page was how to write poetry different ways of making rhymes. Then the next was how the words could be used to make stories. He was really teaching himself how to write poetry in common human? The thought was silly, fae were so powerful with their own words why did he need to learn this? Would he be saddened to know that in school most children hated these lessons?