Some ask why I’m allowing these funny poems to roam the internet at will, and the answer is simple. Like all good poems, they need an audience…and we’re glad you’ve applied for the job! So buckle up, enjoy the ride, and sample funny poems that range from silly to smart alecky, from tender to tongue-in-cheek. You’re sure to find something you like and go home with a smile. Need something funny for children specifically? Try the Children’s Poems category.(Just request permission by email and include full copyright information on all copies. For internet use, please link back to the poem on this site.)
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WANTED: one beautiful day at the shore;
a good log for sitting; an ocean to roar;
a paper for reading; a bit of a breeze;
a pair of bare feet (hold the sand, if you please);
God’s little ones are most content.
They make no arrogant demand,
but try to fill each simple need
by taking on the task at hand.
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“That’s the real trouble with the world; too many people grow up.”
– Walt Disney
“It takes a very long time to become young.” – Pablo Picasso
“Maturity is the moment one regains one’s innocence.” – Marty Rubin
“Listen to the child in you and follow its innocence.” – Munia Khan
Little boy blue, come throw your egg.
Your mom’s in the kitchen; just aim for her leg.
Where’s the little boy with the mischievous grin?
Why, he’s hatching a plan for his egg. Are you in?
My favorite person in the world
happens to be this birthday girl.
She understands my every thought,
agrees with me more oft than not,
respects my shifting paradigm,
and likes to hang out any time.
When baby brother took a bath,
I used to get in, too.
I’d help my mommy hold him up
while he got his shampoo.
My brother’s being potty trained.
I’m really very glad.
Changing diapers isn’t fun, and
messy pants smell bad.
My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.
Why does my mother have to say,
“Go clean your room?” It wrecks my day.
“Go clean your room!” she says to me.
“There’s clothes where carpet used to be,
and games and books on top of those,
and snacks starting to decompose!