Cinderella used fake foot inside her dress
That’s why the glass slipper fit her best
Because 20 years later, one can plainly see
That Cinderella’s shoe size, is not a size 3.
By Evan James Griffin
Humorous Poem #30 Cinderella’s Secret
September 7th, 2010 
Evan 
Humorous Poem #29 Grandma’s House
September 3rd, 2010 Evan No candy, no sweets.
No cookies, no tweets
No sugar or toast.
No donuts or roast.
No screaming or yelling.
No silly joke telling.
No giggling nor laughing.
Do nothing but napping
As mommy would say…
But we’re at Grandma’s today.
By Evan James Griffin
Humorous Poem #28 – Exploding Underpants
August 31st, 2010 Evan 
I had a pair of exploding underpants,
That I thought were really cool.
Until they exploded…
When I was walking into school.
By Evan Jame Griffin
Humorous Poem #27 – Determination
August 30th, 2010 Evan My eyes dried up and now I’m blind.
I must to get winning out of my mind.
Because now there is little I can do.
Since I lost a staring contest against a statue.
By Evan James Griffin
Humorous Poem # 26 Baby Poem
August 23rd, 2010 Evan I want my baby to be healthy,
I hope it isn’t lame.
But whether its a boy or girl,
I’ll love it just the same.
By Evan James Griffin
Welcome to Humorous Poems.net
August 20th, 2010 Evan Welcome to the internet’s top site for humorous poems. Most
of the poems on humorouspoems.net are the original works of the poet Evan James Griffin. If you like to see poem or poetry topic on this site, please let me know.
Humorous Poem #25 Bragging Rights
August 17th, 2010 Evan I won first prize.
And rubbed it in my brother’s face.
But his beard scratched my trophy.
By Evan James Griffin
Humorous Poem #24 Car Pool
August 17th, 2010 Evan I let kids swim in the pool,
in the back of my truck.
They can swim all they want,
it only cost a buck.
The problem is that it spills,
when I speed over bumps.
When I turn corners,
the water dumps.
But the kids don’t mind,
they think it’s neat.
Until I drive up hill,
and pour them on the street.
By Evan James Griffin
Humorous Poem # 23 My Enemy
August 16th, 2010 Evan A snowflake’s enemy is a warm tongue
A singer’s enemy is a song poorly sung.
A teacher’s enemy is a tardy child.
A stylist’s enemy is hair gone wild.
A buyer’s enemy are over priced homes.
My enemies are those who don’t like poems.
By Evan James Griffin