Today's poems [8.2.09]

Vote for the poem that you really like by checking a box next to it. Then press the VOTE button to submit your votes. Also, links to poem categories and "Send to Friend" will open in a new window, so as not to interrupt your poem reading.

There once was a geologist named Wassal, 
            Who one day found a colossal fossil. 
                He could tell by the bend, 
                And the knob at the end, 
            That it was the peter of Paul, the apostile. 

In the quaint English village of Worcester 
               Lived a little red hen and a rooster. 
                    A coquettish glance 
                    She acquired in Framce 
               Gave him ants in his pants, and he goosed her. 

Holy mother full of grace,

Bless my boyfriends sexy face,

keep him from the girls I hate,

For we were meant to be soul mates,


Sent by L&S

Part 6 of 12
   
                    Spurred on by a very high wager
                            
                    With an envious German named Bager,
                            He'd proceeded to fart
                            The complete oboe part
                            
                    Of a Hayden Octet in B-Major.
                            

There was a young girl from Devizes
Who had titz of different sizes
        One was small
        Almost nothing at all
And the other was big, and won prizes.

By voting you are helping select today's best poem. This helps us provide you with better quality humor in the future, as well as to select the best poems to send in our daily best humor mailing.

But wait! Don't forget to read Today's Jokes Today's Stories Today's Quotes Today's Funny Pic   August '09 Poems Issues: S M T W Th F St 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31