Rhyme Poems Funny Novels & Stories

she quoted. Your voice is like a bird, but everyone’s ears are bleeding. From the inside, your house shines and shines, but from the outside, you can see it’s built from bones. From out here, it looks like a graveyard, and the garden’s all ash. And besides, your breath stinks. We’re through. She remembered a poem she read by Ross Gay years ago and burst out into laughter. " The last line always gets me." She laughed harder, almost falling off her bed.

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I wanted to outshine other kids and show that I was a future alpha, and hence, I chose to write a rhyming poem while everyone else stuck with writing an essay. And as I was extremely eager, I volunteered to go first, unlike other children who were reluctant to go up on the stage. I still recall the embarrassment I've felt, the tears I've shed, and the laughter of other children when they laughed at me after I've finished reciting my poem. That's because what I wrote was cringe and I used certain words I had only heard and had no idea what they meant. One such word was 'fúck'. Yeah, fuck.

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.

It doesn't go easy; it goes fighting to curve the tips of my lips, every step of the way. "So you are one of these "O thy flowers are blue, O thy bum-bum is brown people" ". I laugh myself silly. "What was that? Please tell me you were trying joking. Please!" I beg. "Like it or not that's what you poets sound like to me." He smirks. "You poets? Seriously? So I am now part of "you poets". Heartbreaking." I say clutching my chest in mock horror. "Don't take it personal." He chuckles. Then he goes back to squinting at the next scrawl. It's a wonder he can even comprehend my handwriting. Aunty Seedy jokes that my writing is "fowl scratch". You should see hers.

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.

Well, we are not wealthy after all, so all women in this town come to this single populace river to do the washings and everyone goes here for swimming or bathing. "Oh sorry about that but how could you not know me? When I'm the only friend of yours who's been the most handsome guy that had ever live. How could even forget that?" He pouted. His name is Rhyme. The funny but thoughtful gentleman. And he's always like this, so narcissistic and childlike. Most of the time, I just rolled my eyes at him like now. Then I continued what I was doing before they disturb me.

"Twinkling spoons in a teapot's dream, Jellyfish waltz in a cosmic stream. Pickles hummed a secret rhyme, Moonbeams whispered cheese and thyme. Penguins danced on rainbow clouds, Unicorn whispers in mushroom crowds. Bananas wore polka dot shoes, Stars played chess, swapping hues. Toasters sang opera in the key of green, Elephants tap-danced on a trampoline. Butterflies knitted socks for the moon, Balloons recited a backwards cartoon. In a world where logic takes a break, Nonsense reigns, a merry mindquake. A symphony of chaos, oh what a treat, In this realm of whimsy, where absurdities meet." The smile on her face was oddly serene as she sang, her eyes gleaming with an enigmatic gleam. The w

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 Okay then,see you next time, swipe up for the rest

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.