Fun Poems
Talking Turkeys!
by Benjamin Zephaniah
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
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Creed
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
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Every Which Way
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Suzie lived next door to Tom, and their families were the best of friends;
Like toffee clouds, chasing rainbows, once the blue storm wildly spends!
Tom and Susie enjoyed playing together, since they were the same age;
Like fine art, in the age of colors, when beautiful became all the rage!
Bike riding and hide and seek, roller skating and tag, they often played;
Like sunset orange, a jewel of the dusk, recalling daring plans we made.
Other friends told funny jokes at their fence; then came inside to frolic,
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Not Much of a Choice
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus,
Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus.
He was well fed and got lots of attention, like rave days of mist roses,
When silver moments tell true stories, before the latterly hour closes.
Whenever other tigers went left, Cooper went steadfastly, to the right,
As they did their pretty, big top tricks-to the merry audiences' delight!
Yes, Cooper's antics became part of the act. It made the people laugh!
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The People Upstairs
by Ogden Nash
The people upstairs all practise ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
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Every Which Way
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Suzie lived next door to Tom, and their families were the best of friends;
Like toffee clouds, chasing rainbows, once the blue storm wildly spends!
Tom and Susie enjoyed playing together, since they were the same age;
Like fine art, in the age of colors, when beautiful became all the rage!
Bike riding and hide and seek, roller skating and tag, they often played;
Like sunset orange, a jewel of the dusk, recalling daring plans we made.
Other friends told funny jokes at their fence; then came inside to frolic,
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The Metropark Ranger's Ode
by Kevin Schroeder
Oh, the life of a ranger, a curious mix,
Of wildlife, picnics, and daring quick-fix!
With my badge of honor and sturdy old boots,
I patrol the greens, the trails, and tree roots.
I’m a guardian of nature, protector of trees,
A whisperer of squirrels, and friend to the bees.
When chipmunks cause chaos in someone’s dessert,
I step in to mediate—no one gets hurt.
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Not Much of a Choice
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus,
Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus.
He was well fed and got lots of attention, like rave days of mist roses,
When silver moments tell true stories, before the latterly hour closes.
Whenever other tigers went left, Cooper went steadfastly, to the right,
As they did their pretty, big top tricks-to the merry audiences' delight!
Yes, Cooper's antics became part of the act. It made the people laugh!
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Bigfoot
by Kevin Schroeder
Bigfoot
In a misty wood where shadows play,
There stands a giant in my way,
Do my eyes deceive,
Or is it a creature I don’t believe,
Standing in front of me a gargantuan Bigfoot,
Foraging for his meal sneakily and barefoot,
With footsteps soft and true he gave a curious glance,
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MEEP MEEP
by Kevin Schroeder
MEEP MEEP
In the dark where shadows creep,
The woodcocks call with a peep
Meep Meep
Seductively doing their dance,
That puts you in a trance,
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Clarence Michael Dennis (7 poems about Fun)
C. J. Dennis] (7 September 1876 - 22 June 1938 / Auburn, South Australia -
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