1. Common Cold
Famous Poem
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
Poetry that rhymes relays a message through the music of the spoken word. Their power is in their ability to get us caught up in the music so that we will let down our defenses and consider the message that the poem has to offer. Sometimes poets use rhyme as a tool to show the humor in the message they are trying to convey. Traditional poems are written in rhyme to help to add a musical element to a reading. A rhyming poem brings out the joy that can be had in appreciating the music in words.
Famous Poem
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
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Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't pass
An F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glass
It's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knight
Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write
Very clever and funny, but it kinda blows my mind reading through this at the same time! How on earth did I manage to learn this wonderful, confusing language?! I must be converting it into...
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They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble.
I love this poem so much, I love to bake!! This poem is my top favorite to read and laugh for. Thank you so much for this wonderful and delicious poem. Hahaha.
A dog wandered into our garden one day,
A friendly old mutt, didn't look like a stray.
We never discovered whence he had come,
But we brushed him and fed him and the kids called him Rum.
Oh my, Peter...in all the years that I have been reading about dogs, the poems, tales and stories always made me smile. Tonight though, reading your poem for the first time, something...
We love our dog with all our hearts,
But not so much her stinky farts.
Her doggy breath is less than fresh,
Yet we hug her nonetheless.
Hi Marybeth. What a cute story...he sounds adorable. It reminded me of our previous dog, also a lab, who was our resident present opener. She loved nothing more than tearing off wrapping...
Come and see my lovely garden with its borders, beds and shrubs
Take a look at the wisteria, the camellias in tubs
Admire the antirrhinums the gardenias and stocks
The asters and surfinias and towering hollyhocks
I'm a pigeon and pushover, patsy and prey
Who's persuaded by pitches of grifters to pay.
I'm a con artist's picnic and flimflammer's feast
Who is fooled and finagled and flummoxed and fleeced.
Great poem - so good to read a poem that brings a smile to your face. More please. Very best wishes, Ann
It is time
To rhyme a rhyme
A poem I must write
This is like when I first started poetry. I used to stay up all night on a single line!
“You are disgusting”
My wife says to me
When I passed some gas
While watching t.v.
I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact,
a gifted, handsome man should be alone.
My iambic pentameter's intact,
yet still I tend to lyric on my own.
Nothing like a good laugh to cheer me up. Thank you. Very best wishes, Ann
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hills
The kinfolk were drinkin' and tending their stills
The longjohns were hung by the chimney with care
My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't hear a single squeak.
There shouldn't even be a creak,
This poem was so funny. It was also a little scary because he thought he was going to die, but then he remembered he had a cat.
I want to write a poem, but I don't know where to start.
Should it be an ode to love and come straight from the heart?
Or should it wax lyrical of sky and moon and stars,
These words I say without a stutter:
I hate the taste of peanut butter!
In Reese's chocolate it may stay
But keep the butter far away.
My 11-year-old son recited this poem at his classical school, The Classical Academy, this past month. He has peanut allergies, so it was fitting that he chose your poem to recite. He recited...
You will not believe it when I tell you now
What happened last night, more importantly how.
My husband and I traveled right 'round the globe
Great read, great laugh, loved it...
What a journey it must surely have bean
Blown away on a mattress in full steam
Seeing places you've not bean to before
O'er wild windy turbulent...
Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush,
And why is a rear called a toosh, not a tush?
I don't know why but I laughed aloud at the end. This is a hilarious and cool poem.
It started all so sweetly, Mary and the mouse
It took a while to realize she had company in the house
And Tess, she didn't worry
She didn't even care
I have been reading this poem over and over again and can't get enough of it. This poem is very vibrant and happy. It makes a good poem to start the day.
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night that sounds a lot like thunder.
We don't live near the seashore, but almost every morn
I'm wakened by a noise that sounds like a fog horn.
The writer has given a humorous touch to a common incident found in many a home. Mother's lighthearted comment, "I don't mind; it's really a godsend" makes the idea more effective.
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
And landed in her beer