Funny poems

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The Delinquent

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

GOO'-BY, Jinks, I got to hump,

Got to mek dis pony jump;

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Aurora Leigh: Book Fourth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning


  She, at that,
Looked blindly in his face, as when one looks
Through driving autumn-rains to find the sky.
He went on speaking.

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Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem

© James Russell Lowell

I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,

And have some reason to surmise that I descend from Adam;

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Thirty Years After

© Robert Fuller Murray

Two old St. Andrews men, after a separation of nearly thirty years, meet by chance at a wayside inn.  They interchange experiences; and at length one of them, who is an admirer of Mr. Swinburne's Poems and Ballads, speaks as follows:
If you were now a bejant,
  And I a first year man,
We'd grind and grub together

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Intellectual Limitations

© James Whitcomb Riley

Parunts knows lots more than us,
  But they don't know _all_ things,--
  'Cause we ketch 'em, lots o' times,
  Even on little small things.

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The Reasons

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

One with a whimsical face spoke freely;
"I?--I sought some stir,
Some urge in living,
Some sense in dying.
I sought a mountain top
With a view!"

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Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier

© Anonymous

"Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,"

But he's coming here tonight,

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The Log Jam

© William Henry Drummond

Dere 'a s beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas',

  An' de log we cut las' winter is takin' it all de room;

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A Doe In The City

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Little KITTY LORIMER,
 Fair, and young, and witty,
What has brought your ladyship
 Rambling to the City?

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An Irish Mother

© William Percy French

Great wages men is givin'
In the land beyant the say,
But 'tis lonely — lonely livin'
Whin the childher is away.

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Balloons

© Sylvia Plath

Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Oval soul-animals,
Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk

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The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat.
  She's a mess o' funny capahs f'om huh slippahs to huh hat.
  Ef you tries to un'erstan' huh, an' you fails, des' up an' say:
  "D' ain't a bit o' use to try to un'erstan' a woman's way."

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A Dream

© Robert Burns

Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!


May Heaven augment your blisses

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Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance

© James Whitcomb Riley

What makes you come HERE fer, Mister,

  So much to our house?--SAY?

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Local Stop, Sheridan Square

© Eli Siegel

I
The subways, as usual, take emotions north and south.
When you are in a subway, emotion goes with you.
Emotion for thousands has come to a stop at Christopher Street, which is another name for Sheridan Square—

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The Dilettante: A Modern Type

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

HE scribbles some in prose and verse,

And now and then he prints it;

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The Funny Little fellow

© James Whitcomb Riley

'Twas a Funny Little Fellow

  Of the very purest type,

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"Sometimes I am too tired"

© Lesbia Harford

Sometimes I am too tired
To think of you.
Today was such a day,
But then I knew

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Nothing To Laugh At

© Edgar Albert Guest

'Taint nothin' to laugh at as I can see!

If you'd been stung by a bumble bee,

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Dream-March

© James Whitcomb Riley


  _Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!
  _Where go the children, travelling ahead_?
  _Some go to kindergarten; some go to day-school_;
  _Some go to night-school; and some go to bed_!