{"id":1004,"date":"2026-01-25T05:30:48","date_gmt":"2026-01-25T03:30:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/aleksawn.bget.ru\/drugie\/smeshnye-stihi-pro-malchika-zhenyu.html"},"modified":"2026-10-27T16:48:05","modified_gmt":"2026-10-27T13:48:05","slug":"funny-poems-about-a-boy-039-s-wife","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/smeshnye-stihi-pro-malchika-zhenyu\/","title":{"rendered":"Funny poems about a boy named Zhenya: for a children's party or matinee"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Zhenya is a name familiar to all of us, but these poems portray him in a completely new light. We've compiled a selection of funny quatrains dedicated to the mischievous pranks, absurd situations, and everyday life of this restless boy. Get ready for an explosion of positivity and genuine laughter, because Zhenya has a knack for getting into comical situations, even when he's just trying to be good! These poems are easy and fun to read for both children and adults.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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First day at school<\/h2>\n
\nZhenya came to school in the morning, with textbooks and a notebook in his backpack. His sister was very worried, and his mother didn't want to sleep. He looked for his class for a long time, and suddenly sat down at someone else's desk. The teacher said: "Well, what a kid, pass!" And Zhenya turned as red as a lobster.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Jam lover<\/h2>\n
\nZhenya loved jam passionately, He would sneak into the jar. And his mother found it terrifying that he was eating it all. He was sticky, contented, funny, With a raspberry-colored mouth and cheek. And his gaze was mischievous, When he was left alone with the empty jar.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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A trip to the zoo<\/h2>\n
\nOur hero was strolling through the zoo, shouting "Hello!" to the monkey. He was very cheerful and lively, and didn't feel any trouble at all. The bear looked at him and thought: "How funny!" And Zhenya, forgetting all shame, repeated: "I'm good, I'm good!"\"\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Secret Experiment<\/h2>\n
\nHe set up a chemical plant in the kitchen, mixing baking soda, vinegar, and kefir. And to Mom, who had returned with a ration, he showed off his wondrous world. An explosion of color and foam all around, and Zhenya beamed with happiness. Mom sighed, "What a rogue!" and wiped the splashes from her face.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Lost Sock<\/h2>\n
\nWhere did the sock go? Zhenya looked for it everywhere. Under the closet, under the old chest of drawers, but the sock was nowhere to be found. It turns out it lives inside the cat, and makes a nest out of it. And Zhenya laughs and waits for the cat to come out.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Night guest<\/h2>\n
\nSuddenly, at night, his mother heard someone quietly rustling. And Zhenya decided to tell her that he was crumbling cookies. He thought his mother was awake and waiting for him to come home. But his mother would only sigh quietly and say, "Well, what have you done?"\"\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Dad's assistant<\/h2>\n
\nHe helped his dad tighten nuts and try to hammer nails. But more than that, he loved to just joke and play with tools. He thought he was a jack of all trades and could do anything, just like dad. But the tools, like evil torments, were difficult for him, that's the problem.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Drawing on the wall<\/h2>\n
\nHe drew a house on the wall, and a bright, big sun. Mom said, "Well, what have you done, you scoundrel!" But Zhenya replied, "But what art!" He thought it was art, and Mom should be proud of him. But Mom decided, "That's it!" And she picked up a brush and a rag.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Snowball Fight<\/h2>\n
\nIn winter, he had a snowball fight, and he put his dad to sleep in the morning. And dad laughed with jokes, and threw himself too, it's time! The balls flew like bullets, and laughter echoed all around. And Zhenya was very pleased that time was passing merrily within him.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Lost Ball<\/h2>\n
\nHis favorite ball had disappeared in the yard. Zhenya searched for it, sadly. He climbed an old tree, but the ball was nowhere to be seen. It turned out to be forlornly in the bushes, lying alone in the grass. And Zhenya was delighted that the ball had finally been found.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Sleepy boy<\/h2>\n
\nOur hero fell asleep in class, and had a sweet dream. About space, about the sea, about cocaine, and about a million pies. The teacher noticed, of course, and quietly woke him up. And Zhenya woke up instantly, and went back to his movie.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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A trip to grandma's<\/h2>\n
\nHe came to visit his grandmother, and ran straight to the table. There were pies, jam, compote, and fragrant tea waiting. He loves his grandmother very much, and listens to all her stories. And his grandmother spoils him, and gives him all the affection.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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New pet<\/h2>\n
\nHe asked his mother for a hamster, and she, of course, gave in. Now Zhenya has a little animal, and he tries to take care of it. He feeds it and plays with it, and always cleans the cage. And the hamster spins in its wheel, and pleases Zhenya's eyes.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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The cheerful artist<\/h2>\n
\nHe boldly took paints and brushes, and began to paint a picture. He drew the sun, trees, and the house where he loved to play. He thought he was a great artist, and could paint anything. But the paints smeared a little, and his mother said: "Well, what have you done again!"\"\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Adventure on the river<\/h2>\n
\nHe was fishing in the river, and thought he would become famous. But instead of fish, he caught only a willow. And he was very surprised, what a visit! He pulled the willow out of the water, and looked at it reproachfully. And the river laughed, just like you, at this funny reproach.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Secret treasure<\/h2>\n
\nHe buried a treasure in the yard, And secretly drew a map. There were candies, toys, coins, And everything he loved afterwards. He thought it was a treasure, And no one would find it. But dad found it quickly, And ate the whole treasure, here it is!\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Going to the store<\/h2>\n
\nHe went to the store with his mother, and immediately ran to the sweets. Candies, cookies, cakes, and everything he likes, he took. Mom said: "You can't have so much!" But Zhenya didn't listen to her. He thought it was a little, and ate all the candy, wow!\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Broken vase<\/h2>\n
\nThe vase broke, oh my! Zhenya stood there, looking so guilty. He was just playing, that's for sure, and the vase fell, plain and simple. Mom sighed: "Well, what have you done!" But Zhenya said: "It's not my fault!" And Dad laughed and said, It would have been better if the vase hadn't been standing there, that's what happened.\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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A cheerful musician<\/h2>\n
\nHe picked up his guitar and started playing, singing songs at the top of his voice. The neighbors asked him to shut up, but Zhenya wouldn't listen, that's a question! He thought he was a great musician and could conquer everyone. But the guitar didn't sound very pleasant, and his mother said, "It's time to shut up, that's enough!"\"\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n
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Night Watchman<\/h2>\n
\nHe decided to guard the house at night, and patrolled the corridor. With a flashlight in his hand, like a real gnome, and was very serious, like a se\u00f1or. He thought he was a superhero, and could protect everyone. But he fell asleep, a tired hero, and slept all night\u2014what a myth!\n    <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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