Beauty is skin deep,
Ugly is to the bone.
Beauty fades away,
But ugly hangs on.
Here you will find a great collection of Very Funny Poems to bring a smile to your face.
Beauty is skin deep,
Ugly is to the bone.
Beauty fades away,
But ugly hangs on.
There once was a time
for lack of common sense,
when I searched for a cure
for my Impotence.
I heard about cures
and thought I would see
if some of them
might do it for me.
Maybe some Rogaine
would cure bits that were bare
a new sexy look with a
great head of hair.
Then there’s Viagra,
the little blue pill.
If nothing else works,
they say that, this will.
All these promises
on ads and TV.
They’ll amp up sex drive,
just try ‘em, an see.
Bought all these pills for
sex drive and hair.
mixed them together
to see how they’d fair.
Drug interactions from the
induced selection,
grew hair like a dog
with a tent pole erection.
The hair-growing meds
grew thick and black.
An all over cover,
especially my back.
Viagra did amp up
my little friend,
But it somehow has now,
grown hair on the end.
My sex drive returned,
my outlook is great.
But due to the hair,
Now I can’t get a date.
Now I’m in a fix.
with my disease.
I’m back where I started
except, now I have Fleas.
All of this trouble
is something I’ve earned.
“Don’t fool Mother Nature”
is the lesson I learned!
How do I know that my youth is spent?
Well, my get up and go is buckled and bent..
I laugh to myself and think what I’ve seen
If only you saw where my get up has been.
Hearing Aides, glasses, pills down my throat.
water in a glass, where my false teeth float.
As I’m fall to sleep I say to myself
what else is left, to put on the shelf?
When I was young I had nothing on loan,
My ears, my eyes and teeth were my own.
No pills to take, to keep my heart ticking,
just a fast pair of legs, for running and kicking.
Each day that I wake and know I’m ahead.
take a deep breath and know I’m not dead.
A Woman Is
A woman is strong opposition.
She’s afraid of a bee, will scream at a spider,
she’ll look possessed, like the devils insider her.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a flower
She’ll kiss you one minute, then turn on her power.
She’ll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She’ll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.
At times she’ll be vengeful, happy, and sad,
She’ll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.