Fun Poems
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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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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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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Our Cousin Pat
by Dolores Miller
Our Cousin Pat, most of her life,
Was full of hurt, fear and strife.
Through all of it,
She was full of,
FUN, STYLE, AND GRACE.
She lived her LIFE.
It didn't stop her from going where, she wanted to go.
From doing what, she wanted to to.
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Winter: My Secret
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
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Here Today, Gone by Spring
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Amy's family moved to the north, for Father's business was relocating;
Like four distinctly, beautiful seasons, caused by a blue world, rotating.
Her brothers and sisters, like Amy, loved the delights of southern life;
Such as going barefoot and tire swings, and noon's buttery sun strife.
Still, the change was so exciting, like mulberry light of stars, twinkling.
They reached the addresss in autumn, when red leaves were wrinkling.
Faces of friends were very new, like the lime zest, fresh rain, just fallen;
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Summer
by Layla Benner
1 The morning wakes up sunny and bright,
chasing away the chill of the night.
Everything is sunny,
a bright gold wash over the grass,
making the world feel warm again.
2 Beneath a sky so sunny and bright,
the sidewalk shimmers in the whtite-hot
light.
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The Farmer's Market
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The Horn family were cheerful farmers, like honey sun, always smiling.
Sandy Horn loved animals, and she wanted a pet more than anything!
In those apricot, antique golden days, her brother, Al, wanted a dog.
At two years older than Sandy, much that he learned, she was taught.
Theirs was a hectic, but happy life, like lemony sun, chasing shadows.
Seven-year-old Sandy did her chores, then skipped green meadows.
Festival fun felt a lot more joyful, with friends joining in, some Friday;
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A Snappy Comeback
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days;
Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise.
Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father;
And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker.
Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as they came to town;
For they offered the exciting and new, with old favorites, like clowns.
The fuchsia faction was in full flower, in gardens of Mary and friends,
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Dance Before the Dark
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
All together, let us do the chicken splash,
Seeing how pink-orange sun never lasts.
Don't fight it, red stars are coming soon;
Like the ducks, let dive in stormy lagoon!
Through maroon monsoon, we all dance,
splashing and laughing, in silver romance.
Steel blue skies, cluck cluck. Run amuck!
If still seeking that rainbow, best of luck.
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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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