Rhyme Poems Funny Novels & Stories

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he's speaking in that ridiculously goofy, high-pitched tone. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. It was absolutely silly, certainly, but you can get that sort of silly that's just funny when you're extremely bored, you know? Tray picked up another can and jumped into the act, drawing a wailing face beside Paul's stick man. The title of the article above read, "Crybaby." Man, Rick, who's normally pretty relaxed, just went and spray-painted a giant middle finger in the middle of everything. The guys just burst into laughter again, bumping into one another like they couldn't deal with how funny this was.

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.

He was silent for a while before starting to slowly swirl his head from side to side and reciting. “Drinking deep into Autumn's night. “Feeling like puking the next day’s light. “Though I was annoyed and bored. “I lamented.” The minute he finished, he anxiously asked Penny, “Gorgeous Penny, my poem is pretty meaningful right? Do you think I have hopes of becoming the champion?” 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!”

Taking a moment to compose ourselves, we whispered the incantation in unison and pointed our wands at the unsuspecting professor. "Rhyme-Rite, Rhyme-Rite, with a sprinkle of fun, Make his words dance, make his speech overrun. Professor Darking, prepare for the twist, Rhyme every word, let hilarity persist!" In an instant, a wave of magical energy swept through the room, engulfing Professor Darking. His words transformed into rhythmic verses, and his sentences began to rhyme with ridiculous ease. "Good day, students," Professor Darking began, a bewildered expression on his face. "Today's topic is potions, but instead of notions, let's talk about lotions!"

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?"

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.

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I suggested, eager to steer the conversation away from the matrimonial topic. "Can we sing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'?" Julia's eyes gleamed with a spark of hope. "Absolutely," I chuckled, launching into a slightly off-key rendition of the nursery rhyme, hoping it would lull them into a peaceful sleep, filled with dreams of a happy, whole family. "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb..." The butchered rendition of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" died a mercifully quick death. Halfway through the first verse, the melody dissolving into something resembling a strangled cat, the twins erupted in a fit of giggles.