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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: family, funny, Grandson,

Jabberwacky

I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!

He has no wicked claws or eyes with flame
to match those of the manxome Jabberwock.
But just beware his jaws. Although he’s tame,
he can’t be stopped once he begins to talk!

I vouch that he can jabber endlessly
and have me at the end of my short rope.
My ears just might fall off one day, for he
gyres gibberish just like a gyroscope.

I dub my beamish grandson “Jabberwack”
for how he acts and how he loves to yak!


For Debbie Guzzi's "Go Ask Alice" Contest


Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: fun, funny, grandchild, grandmother, grandson, humor, humorous,

What Does Pulverize Mean

What does pulverize mean? The five-year-old asks me.
His face is a frown.
“No idea,” I lie. 
Having already put up with sobbing wailing 
over the Easter Bunny’s beheading
which was explained by his 11-year-old brother.
Brother who giggles and runs off.
No telling how he has used pulverize.

Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: adventure, anxiety, caregiving, engagement, funny love, grandmother, grandson,

AFFECTED ART BABY SITTER-

Flickered fingers; Can't dial ringers; Telephone calls; Babies cry and crawls; what do you do? what do you do? When their diapers fall?...
6/8/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny, life, Grandson,

our grandson

our grandson goes off to college to study... wild life management
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Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 5 - GREEDY LITTLE PIG

Luke treats eating like a contest An all that you can eat Luke scoffs down everything Fills himself down to his feet Today he swallowed down six doughnuts He gobbled up some pies He munched his way through a chocolate cake Two hamburgers and some fries Luke was very pleased with himself Acting like he’d won the cup But then everything he’d eaten Just came right back up Though we did present him with a prize But for Luke it caused more distress As we handed him a mop and bucket To clean up all the mess. And it did him no good complaining That his tummy hurts This greedy little pig Got his just deserts.

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: family, funny, Grandson,

It's All About The Ring Tone



I'm afraid of my cell phone I confess
"Someone" changed the ring tone to cause me stress
While I took a  nap
He switched it to rap
Now when my phone rings I'm really a mess



"Someone" being my grandson Jordan..
 I finally got him to change it back...lol


For the Techno-Limerick contest

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson, , cute,

Typically Luke Poem 4 - FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL

It’s Luke's first day at school today I wonder how he’s getting on I hope he is behaving himself I hope the crayons haven’t all gone Because Luke is partial to crayons He seems to just love wax He sees a pack of crayons As some exotic snacks I wonder if he will make a friend I hope he’s not a bully No, Luke is far too nice for that So I guess I shouldn’t worry He looked really cute in his uniform Smart jumper, trousers and sandals But he will be home for tea real soon So I'm off to hide the candles.

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 6 - BUBBLE TROUBLE

Luke always likes To try out something new And today he decided That he would drink shampoo Of course it made him feel quite sick But that’s the least of all his troubles Because now every time he opens his mouth Out float a million bubbles And bubbles come from his nose And bubbles come from his ears And now every time he cries He cries bubbles instead of tears I don’t think he will again Put shampoo in his tum Especially now that bubbles Are coming from his bum Though I suppose there is a bright side He’s sure to impress his friends When they see that Luke Can blow bubbles from both ends.

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: children, humor,

Grandson

"Granny let's go" With gusto said "Below . . . basement" "Gran first placement" His statement rang Payment. . . safety He said bravely . . . "hastily come, Matey" if . . . scream
Fill in the ellips line three...for line six...his line seven...I'll line eight...you

Poem Details | by Randy Steele |
Categories: children, funny, people, Grandson,

Outsmarted

My grandson just loves to make noise
The louder the better his toys
His batteries I hide
The noise still resides
Turns out that I hid his decoys

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 18 - TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS

Luke got hold of a camera And went on a picture taking spree He took a picture of his baby brother He took a picture of me He took a picture of his nan He took a picture of his mum He even took a picture Of the dog, while it was licking its bum But Luke was holding the camera Completely the wrong way round It wasn’t until we saw the photos That all that was to be found Were not the pictures we were expecting All we ended up with instead Were lots and lots of photos Of Luke’s shiny forehead.

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 15 - MR INVISIBLE STRIKES AGAIN

Luke has a special friend That only he can see He calls him Herbert Sherbet Invisible to you and me I have never seen him But he must be real I presume When things get broken it's never Luke Though only he's in the room So many ornaments broken So many valuables lost All destroyed by an invisible force I dare not add up the cost Luke likes kicking his football Inside rather that out of the house His friend always plays with him Though unlike Luke he’s as quite as a mouse SMASH, goes another valuable I know who’ll get the blame Luke of course a picture of innocence As Mr. Invisible strikes again

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: funny, Grandson,

Florida Mosquitoes

Florida Mosquitoes 

A boy stayed with his grandma one summer.
Mosquitoes loved him; it was a bummer!
They liked to drink his blood.
It never was a dud.
They lined up to slurp him for dinner.

Co-written by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen and her 6-year-old grandson who said that the mosquitoes lined up to 
eat him.

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 14 - CAPTAIN EVIL EYE

Captain Evil Eye is here More a super villain than a hero Just one look from his evil eye Your temperature drops to zero Yes it is Luke’s little party trick This thing he does with his eye When he stares at you with that look You don’t know whether to laugh or cry Go and do your homework And Captain Evil Eye is there Go and tidy up your room You’ll see the steely glare Come on now it’s time for bed The evil eye stares you down Captain Evil Eye looks a little Like some psychotic clown But even super villains get tired And we eventually get our way As Captain Evil Eye is put to bed His evil work done for the day

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: animals, funny, imagination, nature, Grandson,

Harvest Perch

Man in the moon is
Fishing for seasonal fish
From the harvest perch

(My grandson who lives with me said that he saw a man fish in Raul's "Reflections" picture.)

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson, school,

Typically Luke Poem 11 - THE SPELLING TEST

Friday is spelling test day At the school where Luke does go Of course Luke hadn’t learnt the words He just didn’t want to know He should have learnt them every night Straight after tea But he’d much rather go out and play Or sit and watch TV Come Friday morning Luke claimed that he was ill A belly ache, an ear ache Though he refused to take a pill His acting didn’t fool anyone His lies did not prevail He went to school and took the test Of course, a massive fail But Luke isn’t all that bothered And he’s forgotten about his ‘pain’ He doesn’t have to worry about tests anymore Well, not until Friday comes around again.

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 1 - FISHING

This is the first in a series of poems about my cheeky grandson, Luke
Luke decided to go fishing On a warm spring like day With a huge net on a poll And an old jam jar he found on the way He didn't catch any fish But got some frog spawn in the jar Off home he wandered quite happily He didn't have to go all that far Later that night he felt hungry Eyed the frog spawn with glee "That looks just like jelly, I wonder what it tastes like" thought he Now I am afraid to say he did eat it It would have made him ill you'd have thought But it didn't do any harm at all Though he did get a frog in his throat.

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: kids, funny, grandson, , cute,

Typically Luke Poem 17 - SWOLLEN LIPS

Luke’s lips are swollen He doesn’t look that great It must be an allergic reaction To something that he ate Luke’s lips are swollen It’s pretty hard to ignore It can’t be the nuts he scoffed down As he has had loads of them before Luke’s lips are swollen Big lips on him just don’t suit Though some people with a warped sense of humour May think that it looks rather cute Luke’s lips are swollen From what we may never know But now it is time for his medicine So to the doctors poor Luke must go Luke’s lips are swollen Looking like two massive red pearls But the doctor had it figured out He’d been kissing too many girls.

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 16 - A SMASHING TIME

I found Luke an old golf club And several shiny golf balls That will keep him quite for a while While I make a few phone calls Smash, went a window In the greenhouse out the back Smash, went another one It sounds like we’re under attack Smash, went the old fish tank We threw out in the trash Maybe we should have sold it We’re going to certainly need the cash Smash, went another window Smash, and then one more Then smash went the window On the kitchen door I grabbed the golf club from Luke Saw all the windows had gone The lad has one hell of golf swing And got more than a few holes in one

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: family, funny, Grandson,

Boots

Red-headed, brown sugar drops on nose
Taller, taller, taller he grows
Big brown eyes, braces on teeth
Wax in ears, boots on his feet


(Observing my grandson sitting in the ENT office to be told that he has some 
hearing loss from constant allergy, infections, and middle ear infections.)

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 2 - HURRY UP LUKE

The second in a series of poems about my cheeky grandson, Luke
Hurry up, Luke we’re going to be late Get your head out of the garden gate Don’t know what you put it there for You’ve got it stuck three times before At the other side there’s nothing new So why go sticking your head right through Oh! It’s stuck again; don’t get in a flutter Hang in there I’ll fetch the butter A bit of grease behind the ear Will get you out so never fear It is rude you know to make people wait So hurry up Luke, we’re going to be late.

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, funny, grandson,

Typically Luke Poem 7 - A SEA VOYAGE

Luke got a letter from school A sea voyage they had planned Luke was really excited As you may well understand On the day everyone had a wonderful time But someone was staying below deck Feeling really ill, should have taken a pill And was looking like a wreck Yes while others were enjoying the sites Luke was nowhere to be seen Still down below and wouldn't you know Turning a strange shade of green It should have been something to treasure But this was a school trip to hell I don't think in future he'll bother with trips Because I'm afraid Luke don't travel too well.

Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, grandson, humor,

Typically Luke Poem 10 - MAD PROFESSOR LUKE

Mixing a little potion here and there Something strange is stinking Why did they buy Luke that chemistry set? What on earth where they thinking? Nothing good can come of it There will be trouble down the road It is only a matter of time Before we hear something explode Luke is mixing potions His formulas he perfects I know he’ll want us to drink some To see the side effects We’ll all be covered in spots or something Or all have bright blue hair But now Luke is the mad professor I don’t think he will care. For that project is over for him Those plans have now been hurled Now he is onto bigger things To one day take over the world..........Mwahahahah

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: funny, grandchild, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, love hurts,

Lost the Remote in the Living Room

I lost the remote in the living room.
On Saturday.
My husband and I ran around looking and looking.
At first it was just the couch pillows, we were looking through.
An hour into it we had made what looks like a bon fire,
Tipping over couches, recliners, and such.
We broke a couple of tables.
Hey, wait, my husband reminded me.
Merlin was here today.
I called Merlin’s mommy, our daughter.
She said, "Oh, darn. We just found it. We thought it
was the one we lost a couple of weeks ago."

Merlin is our two year old grandson
Whom we apparently did not watch
As well as we should have the 
5 hours he was here.
He is going to have to
Leave his hoodie and
His diapers at home.


Poem Details | by Gary Wayne Hill |
Categories: children, kids, grandson, humor,

Typically Luke Poem 9 - WHAT A MESS

This room is in an awful state Someone couldn't care less How could anybody live this way Such a terrible mess Wallpaper hangs from the walls A wardrobe is missing it's door An unmade bed full of crumbs And stuff all over the floor Something hangs from the ceiling That once upon a time gave out light Don't know what has gone on in here It looks like there has been a fight Piles of smelly socks stand in the corner There's a fish tank devoid of all fish And something furry that may once have been food Is growing in a dish I am not going to clean up this mess Like this it will just have to stay Isn't Luke a naughty boy For letting his bedroom get this way.