Poetry

Poetry jokes

Poem

  • Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem doesn’t make sense, washing machine.

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  • Poo

  • Roses are red, violets are blue, I tell you, you look pretty, but all you do is look like a poo.

    Realm

  • In the realm of words, I shall embark, To craft a verse, both bold and stark, Thomas Bulgin, a name that ignites, A tale of length and moist delights.

    Free from the chains of structured rhyme, I wander through this realm, sublime, Thomas Bulgin, a phrase so strange, Evoking thoughts that rearrange.

    Long, it stretches, like a winding road, Leading us to depths, yet to be bestowed, In syllables, it dances and it plays, A journey we embark, in myriad ways.

    Moist, a word that teems with life, A touch of nature, amidst the strife, It whispers of raindrops on tender leaves, Of dew-kissed petals and gentle heaves.

    Thomas Bulgin, a phrase so surreal, Unleashing emotions, that time cannot seal, In this short verse, I strive to convey, A glimpse of what these words might say.

    So let us ponder, the mystery untold, Of Thomas Bulgin, both long and bold, For in the realm of poetry's sweet embrace, Even the unusual finds its rightful place.

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  • Marriage

  • A man and a woman get married. The woman was a retired hooker. The man was a poet.

    The man said as they did 69, "You taste better than my most delicious gourmet meal." The woman said, "Well, you aren’t too bad either, but the best 69 I’ve gotten and given was Harry. He did it for 24 hours nonstop." They got divorced that night.

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  • Hitler

  • Roses are red, Violets are blue, Hitler blew an 11 country lead, During World War 2.

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  • Rose

  • Roses are red, violets are blue.

    Is that what you think? You have no clue, you fool!

    Nude

  • I met a lewd nude in Bermuda

    Who thought she was shrewd: I was shrewder;

    She thought it quite crude

    To be wooed in the nude;

    I pursued her, subdued her, and screwed her.

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