Oh, the king of humour,
Give me a hand here.
I’ve broken a chair or two,
But nu-huh, not a clue.
I wonder,
How to turn a board,
Into a thunder,
And yet, laugh hard,
Because of the blunder.
‘uhh,’ she closed her nose
He sure is a breather.
Did that make you laugh?
Me neither.
The cat chased
The rat.
The rat,
Chased the dog.
The dog,
Chased the cat,
And yet,
The lion had them all.
Not anymore,
There’s no more air.
Funny?
You lost me there.
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Hey guys! That was just an attempt to write a funny poem, please dont hate me :p
Anyway, if souls out there really like this poem, do give me a comment and a vote! :-)
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
