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One Day Teacher Ask Rajesh(The Most Stupid Boy) To Learn The Poem Of Any Type & To Recite It In The Class. When He Goes To His Home And Asks From His Mother To Go And Get The Book I Want To Learn It Mother Says'Tell Ur Teacher That They Do Not Have Books To Give U.(Mother Was Jolking). The He Goes To His Father And Tells The Story About The Poem. Father Replies Sorry Darling We'll Go To Tommorrow. When Teacher Asks Him To Recite The Poem He Replies The Same Words That His Mother Told Him. When Teacer Ask Him To Come To The Principal Rajash Says Sorry Darling We'll Go Tommorrow

So heaven was getting full and there were two men at the gate speaking to god...god said there was only room for one of the and to get in they had to make a poem with the phrase tim bucked 2 in it. So the 1st guy came back with some heavenly poem ending with DESTINATION: tim bucked 2. The second guy leaned over to god and with a grin said: Across the desert we went, when we came apon three girls in a tent, they were three and we were two, I bucked 1 and Tim bucked 2

POEM # 1
Roses are red, pickles are green
I love your legs and whats between

POEM # 2
I like your style
I like your class
but most of all i like your ass


POEM # 3
Im a cool girl, in a cool town
it takes a real mother fucker to put me down
kissing is a sport
fucking is a game
guys get all the pleasure
girls get all the pain

POEM # 4
The guy says i love you
you believe its true
9 months later,
he says the hell with you
the baby is a bastard
the mother is a whore
all this wouldnt have happened
if the rubber wouldnt have torn

POEM # 5
Sex is when a guys communication
enters a girls information
to increase the population
for a younger generation
do you get the information...
or do you need a demonstration

POEM # 6
Roses are red,
Violets are corney,
When i think of you
Ohh baby i get more...

It seems that two of the great Romantic British Poets, Shelly and Keats died on the same day.When they got to heaven St. Peter said, "I'm sorry, but I only have room for one poet. I'll tell you what I'll do. Each of you must make up a poem using the word 'Timbuctoo.' The one who creates the best poem I'll let into heaven."So Shelly goes first. He thinks a bit and after a few moments, he starts, "I stood upon the burning sand gazing at a far off land. A caravan came into view it's destination: Timbuctoo.""Very good!" says St. Peter, "Keats it's your turn. Do you think you can top that one?"Keats just smiled and started his poem: "Tim and I a hunting went, and found three maidens in a tent. Since they were three and we were two, I bucked one and Timbuctoo."

The author of this poem is unknown to me. I remember during my elementary school days being read this poem by a teacher who preferred the Biblical story of creation. This poem is an interesting example of the use of humor to persuade.
The monkeys viewpoint
Three monkeys sat is a cocoanut tree
Discussing things as they're said to be.
Said one to the others, "Now listen, you two,
There's a certain rumor that can't be true,
That man descends from our noble race -
The very idea is a disgrace.
No monkey ever deserted his wife,
Starved her babies and ruined her life;
And you've never knwon a mother monk
To leave her abies with others to bunk,
Or to pass them on from one to another
'Til they scarcely know who is their mother.
And another thing you'll never see -
A monk build a fence 'round a cocoanut tree
And let the cocanuts go to waste,
Forbidding all other monks to taste.
Wy, if I put a fence around this more...

A Tale of Two Christmases
by Jim Smith
It is the worst of times. It is the best of times.
The Christmas you have depends upon you.
May you be blessed to follow the Light and choose the right.
A Christmas Poem
C is for Credit Cards that make buying a breeze.
H is for your Headache when your cards are seized.
R is for Remembering everyone on your list.
I is for feeling Insulted when your gifts are dissed.
S is for feeling Stressed when you’re on the fly.
T is for the Truckloads of presents that you buy.
M is for your Massive debt that soars into the sky.
A is for the Awful feeling that you’ve gone astray.
S is for your Sorrow and the tears you’ll shed today.
The True Christmas Poem
C is for the Christ child lying in a manager.
H is for the Holy One who saved us all from danger.
R is to Remember Him who died that we may live.
I is to Inspire us that we may always give.
S is for more...

A POEM WRITTEN BY AN AFRICAN SHAKESPEARE
Dear white fella
Couple things you should know
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I cold, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black.
You white fella
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey..
And you have the cheek to call me coloured?????