A collection of funny poetry
Written by three:
Myself, I, and me!
Most are nonsense,
Still, non are true.
All my favorites,
Are written in blue.
The Shoe
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Please tell your mama,
I like her left shoe.
Adding
My friend once said,
He cannot add.
So, I once told him,
Adding makes you mad.
And by mad, of course,
I really mean crazy.
It drives me nuts!
So now, I'm lazy!
That way,
I don't need to add.
Like I told you,
Adding drives me mad!
Mindless
In the air it flies
Into the clouds you see it go
Though you don't see it come out.
What will be wrong tomorrow?
You think your mind was clear.
But there was no plane at all.
You were walking while looking up
And you bump into a wall.
I'm Weird*
Yes, I am.
I'm completely nuts.
At last I can write,
Without paper cuts.
Yes, I am weird.
My mind always roams
How do you think
I've written these poems?
*Yes, I am weird. This poem is written about me.
Written by three:
Myself, I, and me!
Most are nonsense,
Still, non are true.
All my favorites,
Are written in blue.
The Shoe
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Please tell your mama,
I like her left shoe.
Adding
My friend once said,
He cannot add.
So, I once told him,
Adding makes you mad.
And by mad, of course,
I really mean crazy.
It drives me nuts!
So now, I'm lazy!
That way,
I don't need to add.
Like I told you,
Adding drives me mad!
Mindless
In the air it flies
Into the clouds you see it go
Though you don't see it come out.
What will be wrong tomorrow?
You think your mind was clear.
But there was no plane at all.
You were walking while looking up
And you bump into a wall.
I'm Weird*
Yes, I am.
I'm completely nuts.
At last I can write,
Without paper cuts.
Yes, I am weird.
My mind always roams
How do you think
I've written these poems?
*Yes, I am weird. This poem is written about me.
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