Funny Poems, Humorous Poetry

Teddy

Mom, no!
You can’t do this!
I can’t let Teddy go!

He’s always been in my room,
And now you think ‘it’ takes up too much space?
In that case,
I don’t want to grow up.

My toy cars went to little brother
Little sister took my dolls
It’s been so long since I’ve lost
The liberty to scribble on walls

Mom, don’t remind me again
I know I’ve turned sixteen
But you must understand I’ve not ‘grown up’
I feel like a baby-teen
I have developed a liking
For little dresses and clutch bags
And for everything girle, pink and cute
But I haven’t lost my love for Teddy
And you say it doesn’t suit!

I want hair straighteners, nose rings,
And the Lakme LipShine Gloss
But I want to also go to the fair
And for the helicopter ride
And I don’t want to give up candy floss
I want that balloon that flies up in the air
Or at least the heart shaped one
I want to be a super cool teen
And a sensible young girl
But not at the cost of kiddish crazy fun!

Mom, I’m a little girl,
And that’s how I like to be
Please Mom, please
Don’t send Teddy…

We met upon the Internet

We met upon the Internet,
A friendship electronic,
Expressed alone in words and thoughts,
Inevitably platonic.

We live too far apart for us
To mingle in the flesh,
But much more close than family,
Our hearts and feelings mesh.

Your dear, dear self reveals itself
Without a voice or face.
We have our own sweet home within
Our precious cyberspace.

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Young and lovely, strong and sane….

Young and lovely, strong and sane,
Life’s a lot of fun.
We snowmobile and laugh and hang
And don’t hurt anyone.

You love my blue eyes and blonde hair,
I love your mischievous smile.
We drift a lot among the stars,
Then walk home single file.

Although we’re just now starting out,
Only months together,
We’ll settle down in Waikiki
And be in love forever!

Your head is empty

The roses are wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl is empty
And so is your head

This poem was written/submitted by Nancy Brar.

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