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Poem Details | by Shane Cooper |
Categories: funny, husband, wife,

A Cooked Goose

When you come home late at night
Open the door and turn on the light
You had better be extremely quite
Or your goodly wife you may excite

And I'm sure she will not be polite
When she orders you out of her sight
There is no use trying to be contrite
The dog will have company overnight

Your goose is well and truly cooked alright

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: death, eulogy, funny,

I Slipped On a Teardrop


I slipped on a teardrop and landed in a laugh...

Who knew my tragic ending would have a happy half?

Please chuckle at my funeral and make my epitaph:

"I slipped on a teardrop and landed in a laugh"


Poem Details | by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Categories: friendship, funny, halloween,

Sexy Nun

Sister, sister sitting there so sweet
Looking so virtuous, acting discreet.
Any male would eagerly bow at your feet
You have no idea of your allure, you're without conceit
Are you offering up a trick or a treat?
Only then will this Halloween finally be complete
Ready your answers to God when you do meet
For nuns of your stature are becoming obsolete!

For my girlfriend who dressed up as a sexy nun.

Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: humorous, nature,

Chocolate Pie

giving endless supply . . .
bright sun, blue sky
beauties for the eye 
bird and butterfly
fields of wild rye
in soft winds sigh
rabbits spry 
and foxes sly
preying hawk's wild cry
on eye and ear sweetly lie
all of nature's works comply

until I hear you sigh
our whole walk gone awry
feet covered in cow pie

Faye Lanham Gibson 
Copyright, October 9, 2014

Poem Details | by Jan Allison |
Categories: humorous, integrity, music,

He's Got Verbal Diarrhoea

Mr Bombastic So sycophantic Spins discs of plastic He’s so sarcastic - Thinks he’s fantastic! He’s on a health kick Eat prunes in aspic.... His guts turn spastic Diarrhoea quite drastic! 02/10/20 Simple silly scribbles after eating prunes for breakfast whilst listening to an 'in your face dj' on internet radio!

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: funny

Its a Hair Affair

I can see you stop and stare
At my horrible purple hair
I declare ,life is so not fair
For I tried and tried to repair
This miserable hair affair
Some advice Id like to share
Of changing appearance be aware
 Follow directions with great care
Or you may gaze with sad despair
  ........  At a head of purple hair

Just written in jest
For the new contest

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: humor,

In Fuzzy Socks and Crocs

To town he goes in fuzzy socks and crocs.
Do watch him! See how proudly that he walks.
He likes the way that everybody gawks
as he strolls down the city’s many blocks.
He bets they’re thinking, “What a silver fox!”
Whereas THEY think his head is filled with rocks.
How comfortable his crocs. How warm his socks.
He feels so good. Down by one of the docks
where street performers strut around like cocks,
I plug my ears. He’s playing his squeez-box!

June 16, 2021
for the Fuzzy Socks And Crocs Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: character, fantasy, giggle, spoken word, word play,

Visions Absurd of Grandiosity

Overcome by a wave of curiosity
   I decided to try out seriosity
For which I'd no particular precocity
   'Twas an ill-fated breeze of impetuosity

With visions absurd of grandiosity
   I'd portray Julius Caesar with proper pomposity
Though, to be sure, my toga's fit was an atrocity
   Not to mention my Latin dialogue's tortuosity

Yet utterly convinced of my latent geniosity
   I spoke my lines with preternatural verbosity
Hark! Were those boos of unaccustomed ferocity?
   ~ To the nearest Exit, tomato-smeared, at hypervelocity...

Poem Details | by Jan Allison |
Categories: fantasy, humorous, pain,

I Must Give Up Swinging

I was swinging from my glass chandelier Lost my grip and landed smack on my rear Banged my head and blood poured out of my ear I screamed expletives nobody should hear! The ache in my bum was very severe Sobbing with pain I shed a salty tear An ambulance was called, it was soon here The driver said 'oh not you again dear .. you need to stay sober and keep off beer… It’s the second time you’ve done this this year'! Checked with how many syllables Contest Monorhyme Mania Sponsored by John Hamilton 08~22~16

Poem Details | by R J. Elless |
Categories: humorous,

Dapper Draper

Suspect Dapper Draper,
half-scammed a bank caper.
With his brother Baker,
Whose a known safe breaker.
They rode on fly paper.
To escape down a scraper.
The plans were mere vapor.
They were caught in a chaser.
Serving ten at hard labor.
Guess it would've been plainer,
If they'd read the disclaimer.
Those crazy brothers Draper..

Poem Details | by Geoffrey Brewer |
Categories: humorous,

Should I Wow You


Should I essay to wow you I trow
That my words shall be honest I vow
No mere rhymes such as ‘How now brown cow’
But an aesthetic furrow I’ll plough

Then I’ll speak my lines if you’ll allow
As we sit in cool shade neath a bough
And you fan gentle breeze on my brow
While empyrean scene I endow

For my impudence I should kowtow
Now please pardon my lack of knowhow 
If I press my attention e’en now
You’d be right to say ‘Basta! and chao!’

But I’ll try one more time anyhow
Just dream that you are in Curaçao
Or on tropical sea in a dhow
And then wake up in Slough. Holy wow!

21 August 2019

Poem Details | by L Milton Hankins |
Categories: art, family, fantasy, humor, poetry,

My Artistic Situtation

For some reason, I feel especially vindicated Learning recently that I won’t be syndicated, I know many of my dear family are titillated Since they are of my readers most dedicated. In my writings, over the years, I’ve indicated That with superb honors I’ve been inundated, Still, I’ve made every effort to be insulated, Although lately I’ve been rather stimulated And, for the most part, yes, entirely pixilated; That is, when I am not totally inebriated!
written December 20, 2021

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: clothes, fairy, fashion, funny, gender, humorous, identity,

I Like My Body

I like my body when it's with your clothes.
With your skirts and with your hose.
Panties, bras and stilettos -
you must let me BORROW those!
Oooh, they're tight... I don't suppose
you've got these in open toes...?

Lycia Harding

For the 'Complete the Line' Contest
Line 3:  ‘I like my body when it is with your..’---e.e. cummings

Poem Details | by John Trusty |
Categories: angst, childhood, funny

Getting Back

Here’s to the young lad named TRUSTY,

back then the girls were quite BUSTY,

no wonder his thoughts were LUSTY.

Lately, that thinking’s getting DUSTY,

cause the joint(s) is/are getting RUSTY!

*For the Monorhyme contest using every rhyme I ever heard with my name growing up.

Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: funny,

Twittle Dee and Twittle Dumb

Sho' ain't no riddle
There’s no time to twiddle
So just for a diddle 
May I play and piddle
And then perhaps fiddle
Around with your middle?

Poem Details | by Barry Stebbings |
Categories: humor, stress,

Avoiding Stress

Avoiding Stress

      When consumed by lots of stresses

      And time inevitably presses.

      The lesson to be learned I guess is,

      And prevent doing more than less is,
      Avoid too often the use of “yess’s”.

     For those who learn the use of ‘no’,

     In confidence will surely grow.

     And when asked to do ‘so and so’

     And are told, ‘it will only take a mo …..,’

     Will have the assurance to just say, ‘No.’

       Barry Stebbings

Poem Details | by Trevor Mcleod |
Categories: assonance, confusion, environment, howl, humorous, innocence, meaningful,

The Condom

I wore a condom for my mate
and said it glowed to throw my weight.
But when she asked to know it's fate
the light was on and it was late.

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: funny

Pretentious (Footle)

Big fool

Acts "cool"

Poem Details | by Kash Poet |
Categories: funny, me, love, me,

A Secret Funny Tale

This is going to be a secret funny tale not told before,but now I must tell some soupers are sending me sweet soupmails as if they are in a journey with me in love rail or taking me to a love island on a sail and they are doing it constantly without fail of course they are not male but female till now they are thinking that I'm a male I think it is my name that leaves a manly trail though never did I mention that I am a male enough is enough and now I am going to unveil who those soupers are to turn their faces pale. ** Do not forget to read what Andrea Dietrich wrote in her poem "A Soup Tragedy" in reply to this poem. =====================================

Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: animal, funny,

Oy Vey, Another Groundhog Day

“Let go your hold
Your hands are cold
And it’s getting old
When I am un-holed
My soul’s been sold
So they can behold
That a marmot’s found gold
Since they think I’ve foretold

And cast a dark spot
Or maybe not
Coz all I got
Is a long shot
See my nerves are shot
Since I don’t know squat
And danger is fraught
If I show what is naught

Yet they still seek
Punx Phil’s mystique
And ask that I speak
But I only squeak
Then they’ll all peek
At my chubby physique
Of which they’ll critique
Plus there’s still six more weeks”

Poem Details | by Larry Belt |
Categories: funny


Without any hesitation
I must reach my destination
I don't have an explanation
No time for conversation

I'll need all my concentration
As I plan my evacuation
With just a minor complication
I'm in need of medication

I'll need all my dedication
To ignore this aggravation
But out of desperation
And hours of deprivation 

I come to the realization
That it's only constipation

Poem Details | by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: funny

Soaring To Great Heights

I look up at them with a frightful awe of a stare
How the, does a chunk of metal float up there?
With a hundred or more people, it sails through the air.
When I’m in one, my tongue is always spurting out a prayer
My fingers become one with the chair
And when I get out, I curse and swear
They give me a hell of a scare
So to you who are like me, I’d thought I’d make you aware
These things can fall out of the sky, you beware
So do take care
And always remember, carry a change of underwear

Poem Details | by Marty Owens |
Categories: funny

Writing, Trying, Using Sphinx Links

Did you ever try growing minks?
Or writing poems with kinks?
With dark or colored inks?
And soft and lightened pinks?
Write messages that links,
With the Mysterious Sphinx?
Get on a boat that sinks? 
Use metals made of zinc's?
Go skating at the rinks?
"AW," you say, "That stinks!"
For that, my eye now winks!
And I'll just put a jinx,
On anyone that blinks!!!

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: angst, funny, me,

A Secret Obsession

What is it with this obsessive compulsion
Destroying every dust ball’s conception

In folks’ unkempt homes I feel no revulsion
Yet that offers me little consolation

For cleaning my own home is an addiction
Often resulting in great agitation

Exploding as an internal combustion
This behavior’s like a viral infection

My disorder leads to immaculation
I’ve dispelled all hopes of emancipation

For much to my own “clean freak” consternation
I still live in over-sanitization.

Entry for Shani Fassbender’s “Tell Me a Secret” contest
A “true obsession” probably handed down by my mother
who was lightheartedly referred to as the “White Glove.”
Mr. Clean was her role model.

Poem Details | by Lee Ramage |
Categories: business, funny, blue,

Business Meeting Blues

As I sit at a table surrounded by reds, I feel so inferior, blue fills my head. They spill out black and blue to all I’ve said, The air is a blend of purple-grey lead. Pink and peach flow from what I’ve read, To think I awoke from whiteness of my bed, Didn’t know egos so green would need to be fed, Frankly this meeting- well I’d rather be dead.
Written September 18, 2012 For Lisa Cooper’s contest “Tickle Me Pink”