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Funny Poems About Frankenstein
Humorous and funny Frankenstein poems and/or funny poems about Frankenstein. Read, share, and enjoy these hilarious Frankenstein funny poems!
Written by
Kelly Deschler
Categories:
fantasy, horror, humor, romantic,
Bride of Frankenstein
I have a favor to ask of you, Dr. Frankenstein
because this monster needs her mate
please give him strong arms to hold me with
gentle eyes that are electrifying to look into
tender lips with a kiss to die for
give him soft hair that I could run my fingers through
hands like Percy Shelley, so he could write poetry for me
feet like Fred Astaire, so he could sweep me off of mine
give him a sweet voice that could sing me to sleep
and of course, the most important part, a true and loving heart.
I know that no man is perfect, but this is as close as it gets.
Is this too much to ask?
Written by
Kim Merryman
Categories:
funny, imagination,
Dr Frankenstein
Dr. Frankenstein,
So very clandestine.
Wanted to create life,
Experiment created monstrous strife.
(a little late for Halloween, but haven't been able to post it before now)
Written by
Cheryl Hoffman
Categories:
anxiety, humor, music,
Funky Frankenstein
The Mad Doctor said it was official
a solo act with nothing artificial
a fine new creature
with added features
Frankenstein with bells and whistles
Opening night into the audience he jumped
when in his throat he got a huge lump
audience forgot
bic lighters a shock
running away through town like Forrest Gump
The Mad Doctor enrolled him in a class
to overcome his phobia at last
nothing worked
he just went berserk
the class barbecues too much of a flash
Back on stage there was no need to dash
bell and whistle tunes with a lot of class
bic lighter ban
in the stands
his classic hits making a lot of cash.
10-19-17
Written by
David Crandall
Categories:
butterfly, humor,
Frankenstein Butterfly
Butterfly, 'tis plain to see
we are enchanted, so, with thee.
You inspire us to write poetry.
"You are beautiful", I say and sigh.
That we love you, it's no wonder why.
Yet, when I see the way you fly,
I ask, "is too much nectar like wine?"
You do not fly in a straight line,
my dear insectoid Frankenstein.