Humorous and funny Villanelle poems and/or funny poems about Villanelle. Read, share, and enjoy these hilarious Villanelle funny poems!
Written by
Ed Morris
Categories:
funny, humorous, poetry, poets,
A Day In the Life of An Aspiring Villanelle Poet
This form repeats too much, I say.
It’s hard to write a villanelle—
I’ll try again some other day.
My rhyme begins without delay;
It’s going fine, then—what the hell?
This form repeats too much, I say.
Doggone it! This is not okay!
I’m under some nefarious spell.
I’ll try again some other day.
But no, I cannot stay away.
I breathe, then smell that same old smell:
This form repeats too much, I say.
I took the bait; I’ve fallen prey;
The crude result I cannot tell—
I’ll try again some other day.
And thus I end this odd ballet.
(I’ve really never danced too well.)
This form repeats too much, I say;
I’ll try again some other day.
Written by
Mike Jones
Categories:
humorous,
Tv Ads
There's nothing like a TV ad.
A crass intrusion to a play,
It shreds my nerves and makes me mad.
And some of them are really bad
The products too – they'll make you pay;
There's nothing like a TV ad.
The use of animals is sad :
Chimps “talking”, drinking tea all day !
It shreds my nerves and makes me mad.
But Russian meerkats make me glad,
To buy insurance ? Well, I may –
There's nothing like a TV ad.
A bicycle pushed by a lad
Up cobbled street with brown loaf, aye,
It shreds my nerves and makes me mad.
And now I'll take a break, by gad,
A drink's the tonic, so they say,
There's nothing like a TV ad.
They shred my nerves and make me mad
Written by
Tony Devers
Categories:
humorous, love, trust,
My Love Is
My love is constant as the clouds
That flit across the sky.
In sleep I call her name aloud
Though when awake I am too proud
To let her hear me cry.
My love is constant as the clouds
Her fertile valleys I have ploughed
And over them I fly.
In sleep I call her name aloud
Does her affection wear a shroud?
If so she won’t say why.
My love is constant as the clouds
She picked me from the madding crowd,
It’s her rules that apply.
In sleep I call her name aloud
With such sincerity avowed
Am I to be denied?
My love is constant as the clouds
In sleep I call her name aloud
Written by
Katherine Braithwaite
Categories:
allusion, health, humor,
At the Time
I studied numbers,sequences and rhymes
Connections,patterns in between the lines
It seemed a good idea at the time
Unfortunately, with study, we use mime
We see beneath the surface to the crimes
I studied numbers,sequences and rhymes
Whenever I was found, I took the blame
The clock gave more than twenty thousand chimes
Life seemed a good idea all the time
Humiliation, sadism,torture,fame
We share the blasphemy that God will smile
Life seemed a good idea at the time
How the world is full of rebuffs yet beguiles
Enough,I’ll give it one more finite trial
I studied numbers,sequences and lies
I joined the Secret Service,I’m a spy
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