Clearly we have some skilled humorists here on SS, but as this is/was a compo thread, would it not make more sense to start a new thread devoted to humorus poetry?
Just a thought...
Atop the branch sat a bird
Making the sweetest sounds I'd ever heard
It's joyful melody filled the air
Spreading happiness everywhere
I felt my heart swell and fill with joy
And felt the tensions that annoy
Ease at the sound of the songbird's tune
On that golden day in June
That tree is bare now, the songbird flown
But my fondness for it has grown
As winter's chill freezes the air
And coats the tree's branches bare
With its bitter icy touch
Oh how I long so much
For the end of cold and rain
And to see the sun again
So that Spring's cycle can start anew
And there, up in the sky so blue
My songbird will alight upon that tree
And sing its song once more, just for me.
Since it's just so ironic
That something electronic
Turns out to be telephonic
In the hands of one moronic
How did this happen, you say
In that silly gobsmacked way
Just like you do everyday
As part of that game you play
As if you are unaware
Of what's in front of you there
The truth, should you even care
Sit's in the opposite armchair.
It's your own fault, blame only you
Nobody told you what to do
We all warned you not to go though
With marrying Mr You Know Who
But, knowing how stubborn you get
I wonder if it's sunk in yet
(I'm sure it hasn't, I'd bet)
Just how long you have to regret
Ignoring our friendly advice
We were only trying to be nice
I personally told you twice
The guy was no sugar, all spice
You stood there and laughed in my face
Then ordered me out of your space
Your treatment of me was a disgrace
I left you alone in that place
I'm sorry, I can do no more
Now that you've shown me the door
I'm hurt and I'm angry and sore
What did go and do that for?
He'll hurt you, don't you realise,
With his broken promises and lies?
It should come to you as no surprise
That he has wandering eyes
His hands are no better, I assure you
I know what they are liable to do
He's a man who can never be true
He's not the right person for you
He is lazy, a waster, a slob
Who can't even get a decent job
Everything from you he will rob
Leaving you brokenhearted to sob
While he drifts through his day
Stupid computer games he will play
Whilst having nothing to you to say
Other than "get out of the way"
Should you venture too close to the TV
While he's playing GTA Three
And slobbishly slurping his tea
Is that how you envisioned it would be?
So, happy anniversary, my friend
My very best wishes I send
A shoulder to cry on I'll lend
When you bring this sham marriage to an end.
Right now I really need to be patient
I left a place infront of me, feel free to stand in there.
I can see you infront of me.
eRGonomics
I cheated again ...oh wells lol
Right now I really need to get up an exercise
More than a minute or two
Spent at the zoo
Enjoyment there
Without much flare
Seeing monkeys
Not much talking
Just laughing at them all
Giving their call
As they in return can
Laugh at the silly man
Who tripped over himself
Running from the yelp
Sent from the cage
With the orangutane
Who was just dared
By the grumpy bear
Who decided to see
If he could be mean
When the zookeeper
Took away his new beeper
Because bears should never
Ever ever ever
Have an electronic
Since its just so ironic
When I see toes painted with pink
It lets me know they will not stink
Because simply they care
To give off some flare
After washing them I would think?
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
When I think of love
I think of you
Your sexy tush
Inside your jeans
The way I feel
When you sing
My sexy cowboy
You're all mine
It makes me giddy
It makes me rhyme
