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A Poem for Fun 每週一帖歸併于此 作者：海外逸士 时间：2014-6-22 周日, 下午10:02 A Poem for Fun (1) Last night I dreamed an antelope, Who had with him a pink envelope, Which he'd mail to a lady antelope, Asking her with him to elope. But he's tripped on a steep slope, And lost his dear envelope. So it didn't reach the lady antelope. So the poor thing failed to elope. A Poem for Fun (2) There is a bridegroom, Born in the birth boom, Which puts the nation in gloom. If there'll be another such boom, For which the world has no more room, And humans will be in doom. He inherits a large heirloom, Only for him soon to toom. He will have wedding in a ballroom. His bride is like a beautiful bloom, From afar she's got to loom, Like a witch riding on a broom, Or a yacht on the sea to spoom, Through the hot simoom. Oohm! A Poem for Fun (3) Yesterday I was in a bad mood And hit myself with a piece of wood. Luckily on my head I wore a hood, Which did me a lot of good. I did this when I stood, Though I bled a little blood, that stained the flood. I had a little brood, That weighed some pood. I swore by the Rood, A chick on head wore a snood. ------------------------ A Poem for Fun (4) There was a girl in bootee, Who lived on the Santee, And worked as a tutee. But it was known to a tee That she was a reportee, Though she came as a legatee. Her lawyer sat on a settee. He put on a coatee, Strangely wearing puttee, And actually with a goatee. Though he's quick at repartee, Even in a legal committee, But there's still no guarantee. ---------------------- A Poem for Fun (5) It is now in August. I want to make a bust, After a model robust, By using rock crust, Mixed with some dust, All into the mold thrust, Put on fire to combust, The temperature adjust, By letting in gust after gust. If this is a must, You can in me trust, And do me the just. My skills never rust. Don't take me as a locust, Which to me so disgust. A Poem for Fun (6) It is not so cool, Often spit and drool, And use a wood spool, As a picking tool, Look just like a fool. Better go to the school, To swim in the pool, Then sit on the stool, Covered with wool. (In this kind of poem, often talk nonsense, or how can I put the same rhyme together as many as possible. That is my invention.) A Poem for Fun (7) On a film reel, I see a yellow eel In a twig-woven creel, That is slippery to feel. On a crooked keel, The ship does heel, With a steering wheel That is made of steel. A Poem for Fun ( 
图片说明: Cool There was a baboon, Holding a balloon, And playing a bassoon Just like a buffoon. A silkworm in a cocoon Adorned with festoon, Be put on a spoon, Fallen into a spittoon. I do have a croon, Who is a dragoon, Who can write lampoon, His weapon is a harpoon, Used to catch fish in lagoon. I know a poltroon, Living in a saloon, Wearing a coat of shalloon, Who can cook macaroon, For his lunch every noon, Or for supper under moon, Sometimes feed a raccoon. Some soldiers from Rangoon. They form a platoon, Crossing a river on pontoon, Either through a monsoon, Or even in a typhoon, Not caring for swoon. Let's tell the story soon. A Poem for Fun (9) It is indeed I have a secret creed To fulfill a great deed, All expectation to exceed, And to attract all heed, Till I do succeed, Or my heart will bleed. I want to have the best breed Of the swiftest steed, That can gallop at top speed. What to them I feed Is the ambrosia seed Of the heavenly weed And Martian reed. A Poem for Fun (10) It is not a toilet to flush, With water in it to gush; It is really a bush, Looking so lush, Like a giant brush. Can a pretty thrush Show a shy blush, Or leap in slush, Without hasty rush, Or needs to push? Let's just hush-- Sh—sh! A Poem for Fun (11) There is a small mill, Stands on a clear rill, At the foot of a hill; To run it needs a skill. I have a great will, I want to fulfill: To put a dinosaur on grill, With a beer to swill. I have a stomach to fill. I am in great thrill, With my voice so shrill, Sharp like tip of a quill. Almost let beer spill. I have to hold it still, And lay it on the sill. Then I am taken ill, Feeling really chill, And must take a pill. So I can't go to drill To have free time kill. A Poem for Fun (12) I take my son to zoo. He likes the cockatoo, And also the kangaroo, but takes it for bugaboo. In fear he does boohoo, Being bold, he did ballyhoo. He also loves the cuckoo, And hears the doves coo. The polar bear in the igloo. He's dressed like a buckaroo. He prefers to eat burgoo. The cows nearby moo, In great hullabaloo. To them he says, “Boo!” Birds sing in a grove of bamboo. They seem each other to woo. My wife comes, too, On her arm is a tattoo, And in hand a shampoo. She likes to surf YAHOO, And often talks wahoo. She always ignores taboo, At last meets her Waterloo. A Poem for Fun (13) There was a wise cook, Cooking all food by book, He'd do it by hook Or by crook, To give it a good look. He never forsook. His will never shook. A Poem for Fun (14) I often recall Once in a mall, I did get a call, by a bookstall, To ask me to buy a ball, Not big, not small, At the entrance hall, Behind a statue tall. But I got a fall, By bumping on a wall, And lost the ball. That's all. A Poem for Fun (15) It is New Year's bell, Not funeral knell, To go to the hell, Sounding in a dell, Shaped like shell, With winds so snell. In a pretty cell, Seven dwarfs dwell. They can cast spell, By a weird yell, Producing a smell, Like a bubble to swell. They make coats of fell That they want to sell. It's a bad story to tell. Well, well, well! A Poem for Fun (16) Under a French arcade, There was a file of brigade Of the fiercest crusade, Waving the bright blade, In capes of brocade, With fringes like cascade. Helmets adorned with jade, Looking like king of spade. Then farewell they bade, And marched to the glade, Playing the serenade, In glorious parade, The roads to blockade, Pedestrians forbade. Other states they did invade, And ancient wars they made, No one could them dissuade. They threw a lot of grenade, And passengers to evade. Streams they did wade, And rested in the tree shade, Cooled in wind of trade. They drank the lemonade, And ate bread of marmalade. At last their halo did fade, After a victorious decade. 来源：http://www.australianwinner.com/AuWinner/viewtopic.php?t=661877 |
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