5 Silly Poems

My Dear Reader:
Thank you for reading my often silly poems on this site.  They are meant to bring a smile to your face and put fun in your day. 

I'm taking a much-needed break for 14 days.  Please enjoy these five most popular poems in this series.  See you in mid April with some fresh material. 

Thieves

Trains

Donald Ronald Rumple Suit

Larry Lou and Sue

Sid

The Human Race

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Will you please enter the human race?

It’s not at all about being in first place

Its lots of fun and we often show grace

This thing called the human race

The human race is run for fun

We laugh and chuckle and hit home runs

When we get tired we lay in the sun

We choose what to do and what to shun

The human race is a good one, you see

We get along well, we drink ice tea

We go to the beach, we climb a tree

We learn our letters and count to three

We laugh and talk, we get to know

We grow, we work, we build, we sew

All people are welcome, that’s good to know

We help you out, now let’s drink some coco

The Getaway

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

We’re on a getaway

We got away

Time for rest

This is the best

We’re on a getaway

We often getaway

We need to get out of the fray

Life is hard

So we place a high regard

On the getaway

We need a day

Just to get away

We need to play

Perhaps pray

And soak in some rays

On our occasional getaway

What do we say

On our day away

Love words that convey

And some occasional horseplay

When we greet the day

While driving the parkway

This poem I’ll say

Is just my way

Of chipping away

On days when I may

Not go away

On our getaway

Larry Barry Bicklesnort

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

Meet Larry Barry Bicklesnort

Larry Barry had a big ole wart

It wouldn’t abort

It was a bad sort

Of a big ole wart

Meet Larry Barry Bicklesnort

He worked at the airport

He went on report

Cause he would not resort

To the rules at the airport

Meet Larry Barry Bicklesnort

He would often cavort

On the neighbor’s carport

Then they would transport

Him to the high court

Larry Barry Bicklesnort did not care

He lived his life by a dare

He leaned back in his chair

That needed repair

And I swear

His body now needs repair

Donald Grump

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

Donald Grump was a mean old chump

He would stomp and slump,

And pump and jump

Donald Grump was a mean old chump

Donald Grump was not a nice man

He would throw his pan

And kick the can

And hop in his van

And drive to Birmingham

Donald Grump was a mean old soul

He gave lumps of coal

His words were droll

He had no goal

He often stole

Donald Grump was a mean old soul

Donald Grump had a change of heart

He took up art

And pushed his cart

He did his part

Donald Grump became a work of art

And everybody in town lived happily ever after