Browsing Category Humorous Poetry

Welcome to the humorous poetry archive at Adam’s Poems Etc, an opportunity to scroll back through some of the funny and quirky poems that Adam Taylor has written and performed over the years!

A poem about psycho-animalism

A poem exploring why dog eat dog.

For my father – this was his favourite poem of mine.

Dog Eat Dog

Analyst ask why.
Dog say hungry.
Analyst say your flesh and blood.
Dog say I know. I not proud.
Analyst ask about puppyhood.
Dog say tough. Not enough food. Dog eat dog.
Analyst say ah. That’s why dog eat dog.
Dog say thanks.
Dog pay.
Dog go home.
Dog hungry.
Dog eat dog.


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A poem about a hotel in Bournemouth

Some years ago, a slogan outside a two-star hotel in Bournemouth grabbed my attention: “Say Yes to the Yenton”. I popped in for a look and came away with its rhapsodic brochure (see below), which inspired the following (warning: long) poem. In fact, this was the first poem I ever read in public – in the poetry slam competition at Ledbury Poetry Festival.

Say Yes to the Yenton

So many reasons
to Say Yes to the Yenton,
the Hotel For All Seasons
where a trouser press
is available
on request.

Say Yes
to a warm greeting
from smiling staff
and award winning
central heating.

Say Yes to the Yenton,
a Piece of Country
in the Heart of Town.
Our rustic grounds
rolling down to the river
teem with wildlife.
Birds, for example
and squirrels
and insects
too numerous
to mention
here.

Say Yes
to twenty two
well groomed bedrooms
overlooking
our rustic grounds.
All equipped
with stylish
clothes hangers
of various shapes
to suit all tastes.

Say Yes to the Yenton
where well behaved dogs
are accepted
by prior arrangement
but not in public rooms
or rustic grounds.
And owners must pay
for any biting
or chewing
of soft furnishings
by dogs

or owners.

Many comment on
Restaurant La Yenton,
so romantic at night
its subtle lighting
gently falling
on Grecian figurines,
enviously eyeing
culinary delights
delicately prepared
by our chef de cuisine
who has visited France
three times.

Children may choose
half portions
or the Yenton
‘Juniors’ menu
for under eights.
Proof of age needed.

Why not say Yes
to a relaxing drink
after your meal
with friends
old and new
in Mac’s Bar.
Overlooking
our rustic grounds.
It’s spacious, elegant,
tastefully refurbished
in traditional style.
It’s an ideal spot
to contemplate
evening shadows
creeping over
our rustic grounds.

Say Yes to the Yenton.
We’ve spent an
awful lot of money
to keep it in peak condition
to your complete satisfaction
from fresh redecoration
in the low season
to minor daily repairs
as and when required.

Say Yes to the Yenton
where
according to
our visitors book
Twenty July
Nineteen Seventy Nine
Mr and Mrs
P Harris
had a really nice time.

Say Yes to the Yenton.


  • Some extracts from the original brochure:


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A poem about a man in a bar

A man walks into a bar but this time it’s no laughing matter…

A Man Walks Into a Bar

Is this some kind of joke?
asks the barman.
No, says Paddy Irishman. 

Ah, I get it,
says the barman with a wink
as he pulls out a gun. 
THIS IS A STICKUP. 
That should cure your hiccups. 

For God’s sake,
says Paddy Irishman,
sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. 
Can a man not just walk into a bar
and order a bloody drink?


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A poem about an altar ego

I feel that one aspect of the sacrifice of Isaac has received insufficient attention…  

The Sacrifice of Isaac

god’s command

a tortured father
an eternal journey
a loyal son

an expectant altar
a readied pyre
a flashing knife

a sudden angel
a last minute reprieve
a father’s relief

an unlucky sheep


  • Sacrifice of Isaac by Caravaggio. Note the unlucky sheep:

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A poem about an Englishman who emancipated himself

    This poem may or may not be semi- or fully-autobiographical.

The Day Mr Audley Decided To Become A Free Spirit

Got up lateish.

Had three cups of tea
instead of the usual two.
Transcendentally
meditated
while waiting
for the eggs to boil.
Made a packed lunch
and wrapped it
asymmetrically
in foil.

Donned sandals
and socks
and a loincloth
from M&S
which was decorated
with leaves
and berries.

Cut off the sleeves
of his anorak.
Painted a skull
on the back.
Put it on.
Finished the crossword.
And was gone.

At the press conference his wife
made a tearful plea
for him to return
and mend
the garden fence.

So he did.


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A poem about trains and maths

Maths was never my thing. School exam questions seemed to either omit crucial information or include irrelevant details.

My final break with maths occurred when I encountered trains that left different cities at different times at different speeds and you had to figure out when they would cross.

This poem explains how these problems manifested themselves in my brain.    

Discuss.

A train leaves London
at ten am
averaging 90.

A bluish train
bisected by
a purple stripe
ambles out
of Liverpool Lime
in a gentle arc;
it’s too late
and of nearly eight
per cent on board
wearing glasses,
a proportion
is vegetarian
but not vegan
though she was once.

No one gets off at Crewe
but a man
from Education
gets on
with pencil, notebook
and a Tesco’s bag
with seven apples
and some pears.

The trains stop
five yards apart.
Drivers chat.
Travellers mingle.
Pimms is served.
A quartet plays.
Three waltz.
Two well.

The man from Education
vows next time
he’ll take the bus.

Discuss.



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A poem about leadership

I once attended a talk about leadership, where I learnt about the concept of “VIM”…

The Art of Leadership

We hugged
and slapped high fives
like it said in the book.

NOW THE VIM THING, I shouted
THE VIM THING? she screamed.
VISION, I shouted
VISION, she screamed.
INSPIRATION, I shouted
INSPIRATION, she screamed.
MOMENTUM, I shouted
MOMENTUM, she screamed.
THAT’S THE VIM THING, I shouted
THE VIM THING, she screamed.

We hugged
and slapped high fives
like it said in the book.

Then my cleaning lady
went back to work.


  • An animated video of the poem made by film students:

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A poem about confession

In Judaism, a key Yom Kippur prayer known as “Ashamnu” encourages us to confess to great swathes of sin.

Poem of Atonement

we have slandered
we have robbed
we have bribed
we have wrought wickedness
we have lied
we have provoked
we have trespassed
we have transgressed
we have oppressed
we have rebelled
we have abominated
we have wallowed in evil

but otherwise we think
we’ve done quite well



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