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Poem Details | by Gary Smith |
Categories: bird, humorous, language, pets,

Captain 'effing' Flint




My parrots name was Captain Flint,
Boy that bird could swear.
I never invited visitors,
So blue was the air.

He'd squawk "pretty effing polly"
Or "give us a cracker you t##t"
I'd never heard such swearing,
I never taught him that.

I bought him off a sailor
Who was heading back to sea,
He said to me, "you'll love him
He's such good company."

And what he said was right
He entertained, it's true.
I said "who's a pretty boy then"
He squawked, " well not effing you !"

The profanities just got too much,
I sold him, with regret.
But the house seems so quiet now, 
Without my 'effing' pet !


Poem Details | by Mike Gentile |
Categories: fun, humor, language,

Me Thinking, B Thinking

I’m thinking of the letter “B”
    So close and yet so far
It seems a bit unfair to me
     Let’s stop, reset the bar

We’ve cast the “B” to status, poor
     With quality less pleasing
Like something from a discount store
     A lack of something, teasing

Yet think of how essential,
     I’m sure you will agree
Just think how consequential,
     Not having a plan B

It also fronts some of the Best
     And Brightest of our text
So much more, I’ve not addressed
     But look what’s coming next!  

Perhaps this is somewhat a stretch
     But imagine Hamlet’s bray
With the words he’d have to retch,
     To “A” or not to “A”

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous, language,

WILLY STRUGGLED TO GET IT UP


Young Willy arranged to go camping alas, he struggled erecting his tent he tweeted he had terrible ******** problems I hope his parents knew what he meant! Next year he said he’ll go glamping or hire a log cabin out in the wood then he won’t have ******** difficulties and his tweets can’t be misunderstood! 8/1/18

Poem Details | by PAT Adams |
Categories: character, education, humorous, language, perspective,

What are Idioms

You might take this with a grain of salt
Knowing I heard it on the grape vine
Why they let the cat out of the bag
I'd say your guess is as good as mine

They say I tend to sit on the fence,
Off my rocker by not a far cry
That I'm not playing with a full deck
They should let those sleeping dogs lie!

Because there's method to my madness,
And I'm to blame if things go south
So I'm not beating around the bush
You heard it straight from the horses mouth!

Poem Details | by Mary Oliver Rotman |
Categories: humor, language, parody, word play,

Homonym Catasrophe

A poem in honor of my blog. Have fun, everybody! Place tongue firmly in cheek.


They'res a buoy at the window
Smiling inn at me
But eye don't really no hymn
Wait—he's Nettie's boy, that's he!

He's got a creepy effect
And wholes all in his genes
His pants are held up by a chord
A very pore lad he seams.

Ewe be witness to this boy
A  buoy who has no wright
To bee laying their upon my sill
A disgraceful aweful site.

Sew Nettie, you come get hymn
And take him back to home
The afternoon is a-waisting
So come and get him, come.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: humanity, humorous, language,

I lost my spelling and grandma checker

I lost my spelling and grandma checker

I am an idea roving iround inside on me heade
The lanquagees of today our so misread
why if y go back some yeers in the hundrads
the language was all different , aint that a bummer?
All the errors of times leng ago
the all surmounted to the rooles of now for shoow
we evlove wes do, of this I am sore
I love words even from distance shores
grandma would shoot me, make their be it kno doubt
Dis poem was written by a grammerless lout


Note: Posted a Blog on the same topic!!!

Poem Details | by David Sollis |
Categories: class, culture, humorous, language, silly,

Culture Clash

In Oxford and Cambridge, they can get jolly batey
‘cos they don’t speak proper wot like I do matey

Poem Details | by Volodymyr Knyr |
Categories: body, humorous, language, spoken word, words,

Your lips

Close-clenched lips 
stop tongues' slips.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014

Poem Details | by Volodymyr Knyr |
Categories: animal, bird, kids, humorous, language, spoken word,

Geese

All Porto geese 
speak Portuguese.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014

Poem Details | by Julian Bohan |
Categories: angel, angst, art, bible, boyfriend, eve, god, humor, language, nature, nice, retirement, science, senses, silly, snow,

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si

Poem Details | by Wallace Kaufman |
Categories: animal, beauty, humor, language, onomatopoeia, senses, word play,

Carolina Wren

Where this time?
The pair makes several tries--
my hard hat, a can of nails, window ledge
all filled with leaves.
How do they judge
those inferior, this one prime?
It's predetermined, 
I don't know how.
So too their songs--
he two-notes or three-notes,
and she chirrrs along.
Same songs, same positions, 
morning in and morning out.
I wake to their repetition.
If they watch me, no doubt
they'd see my own routines,
but neither they nor I can find
what isn't wired in my genes.
Why does this human mind
hear Figaro, Figaro, Figaro
in his operatic voice?
Or is it video, video, video? 
It's his song, but my choice.

Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: humorous,

No Language Barrier

A Chinese man who rolled his rrrs
Went into a shop to buy cigars,
He said, "Ri'll rav Renry Rinterman's rover rhere.
The grinning owner said, "Your English is bare,
But give me rifty rollars, here's your rox of rigars."

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: america, confusion, funny, history, language, spoken word, woman,

The Boston Tea Party - 1773

An ancestor known as, "Miss Lottie"
Was a New York socialite "hottie"
To her lasting disgrace
She slapped Paul Revere's face
When he invited her to the p-ah-ty

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: funny, imagination, love,

English Language - 2 - Repost

Is it Proper to say I LOVE Ewe to a sheepherder?
Is it proper for a lumberjack to say I LOVE Yew?
Is the Poplar the most Popular of trees?
Yule be surprised  when there are no Presence under the tree

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: funny, imagination,

Thyme to Ketchup Inn English Language - Repost

A little bee flew across the sea, to see what he could be
He herd a giraffe with a throaty laugh : still continued on his weigh
This pour we bee had too pee  so he stopped on a Specific Ocean Eyelid
It took him severed ours to pollinated  Pollynesian flours and than he flue away
If Yew can reed this rite yore a better POET then Eye

Poem Details | by Michael Whatley |
Categories: confusion, funny, language, satire, school, writing,

Grammar Police

Rote an esay
Cheked IT twise
Lot's a' mistakes
Graide not so nice...

I yused comas
Perfetley placed paws
"2 much incoheeseivenes"
I cant, brake up a, claws

Yused fulstops.
not tolong a .sentense
But teecher. was furryous
Marked down with a venjance

Did exclamashons!
Sumtimes .3 @ once!!!!
& YUSED CAPS 2 SHOUT!!
Butt "you ownly need one,!!"

Coalon,
Wen I need 2 maik: lists
Rote my: Faverit, tv shos
But: teecher were: p*ssed

Semicoalons;
Wen, I need 2 look: smart!!
nut shure wat. they do; But
the esay ritings really hard!!!

[93 werds]

Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: humorous, language,

Sweet Or Salty

She loved sweet nothings whispered in her ear.

   Her guy used salty slang when filled with beer.

      "A lady I am!" she said.

         "Clean up your act or drop dead!"

            He's slept 'neath the sod for nearly a year!


Poem Details | by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: fun, humor, language, metaphor,

Sometimes Y

He doesn't fit in with a, e, i, o, and u.

He's more flexible, and exceptional, too.

He's the other guy,

the "sometimes" y.

He's not quite sure who he wants to be.

He's noncommittal, but very friendly.

He's a consonant, and yet, a vowel,

a monogrammic stich in a bath towel.

He's unpredictable and often sly,

who, on "Wheel Of Fortune," you do not buy.

He swings wide his stride like a Mambo dancer,

and beacons a question, challenging to answer.

Poem Details | by Tom Hitt |
Categories: fun, funny, humor, language, poetry, satire, word play,

This Horrific Poem

First of all, forget the rhyming - it's not gonna happen.
Or - if it does, by happenstance, be mildly surprised.
No loft or glory here be found - AR!
Now, like a pirate I do sound.
Dammit!
I promised you no rhymes.

A hazard spun from occupation;
a rhyme, a rhythm: (entertainin'?)
Well, maybe not, but rest assured, no fear.
'Tis not an epic, nay! The end is here.

Hooray!

~TH~  http://wrongwaywriteway.com

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: confusion, england, home, humorous, identity, language, places,

Whasson, You

Words from Wiltshire
Hard to define all
You say Mildenhall 
And I say Minal
“Ere, whasson?” 
We say in Wiltshire
“Ere, areet then?” 
“Mine’s a 6Xy beer”
”Catch you laters...” 
(Sorry, when?)

by Gail

Poem Details | by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen |
Categories: creation, humorous, language, lost,

TOWEL TO WELL

I take my bath
To well,

I go to well
Before twelve,

I take
My towel
Keep on the well, 

Sat once,an owl
On my towel

Fell inside the well
My bath towel

I traced inside the well
The lost towel

Oh,here it's my towel

Well,
I found my towel

But loosing the last l

"To well"
Now just towel !

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: humor, language,

Tongue-Twister

Rock-ribbed republicans
under
six sleek, slender saplings
fasten
red leather, yellow leather
onto
rubber baby-buggy bumpers.

(Say the long lines fast three times;
by now you know that nothing rhymes.)

Poem Details | by CJ Krieger |
Categories: humorous, language, money,

Only In America

At the ATM machine 
It wasn't the normal message
But it put a smile on my face
For the rest of the day

For English… push one
To learn English… push 2

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: health, humor, language, math, philosophy,

When Noise Communicates

When is not zero
merely negative chaotic dissonance?

So then,
why is not(not)
positively regenerative MidWay confluence?

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: art, beauty, humor, language, love, math, science,

Red Sky Dawning

We already can notice
dawn unfolds a warm greeting 
of renewing hope,
a liturgical invocation,
not just because that's the way our Earth revolves
around that Other,
too hot and terror-powerful burning Sun,
and not just because we feel this way inside
our polypathic minds,
but because of both
deductive-inductive
exterior-interior
yang-yin bilaterally interdependent
creolizing languaged reasons
of Self with Other
nondual co-arising Earth's double-binding humane-divine acclimation,
natural-spiritual binomial balancing
cooperative
organic
dynamic
revolutionary ego/ecologically systemic
EarthMind InspiringNature.