Ready to Groan? 60 Puns Jokes That Hit Different
Humor is the one thing I think about way too much for someone who isn’t getting paid to do it professionally.
Herbs are the only thing I’ve ever grown successfully, if you don’t count resentment. My basil plant has outlived two relationships and a laptop. Naturally, I’ve spent an unreasonable amount of time turning herb names into puns, and I’m not even a little sorry about it.
It’s about thyme you got here.
(If you didn’t see this one coming, welcome to your first day on the internet.)
My friend asked me why I keep forgetting where I planted things in my garden. I told her my memory is rosemary-able, it’s supposed to help with recall, but honestly the irony of forgetting where the rosemary is has become a yearly tradition. Shakespeare wrote about rosemary and remembrance. Shakespeare was also wrong about a lot of things.
Yes, I used the same herb three times. Dill with it.
That’s some sage advice.
Look, “sage advice” is the lowest-hanging fruit in the herb pun world. It’s the one your dad says while watering his garden in cargo shorts. But it’s also perfect? Sage literally means wise AND it’s an herb. English did the work for us. I respect that.
Don’t herb your enthusiasm!
(This works best when someone’s losing their mind over a new soup recipe. Trust me.)
I told my coworker I was parsley to blame for the break room smelling like pesto. She said I was fully to blame. She was right.
You’re chive-ing me crazy!
Why did the herb garden break up with the vegetable patch? Because the vegetables kept saying the relationship had lost its thyme. I’m not proud of this one but it exists now and we all have to live with it.
I bay-leaf in you.
Honestly? This one is adorable. Put it on a greeting card. Send it to someone having a rough week. It’s two words doing the work of an entire Hallmark aisle. Bay leaf → believe. Clean. Efficient. I genuinely love this pun and I don’t care who knows it.
I mint to tell you something.
“Hey, can you come help me in the garden?”
“Cumin get it yourself!”
Let’s get this parsley started!
(Ideal Instagram caption for any photo involving a charcuterie board. You’re welcome.)
I’m tarragon-na tell you a secret: most people can’t identify tarragon in a lineup. It’s the herb equivalent of that actor who’s in everything but you never know their name. Tarragon is the “oh, THAT guy” of the spice rack.
You’re turmeric-ulous!
That’s a stretch. Turmeric → miraculous? I can hear it if I squint with my ears. Moving on.
This is mint to be.
What do you call a basil plant that won’t stop bragging? Basil-lutely insufferable.
Don’t mint-ion it. Seriously. Don’t mention the mint. It’s taken over the entire left side of my garden and I’m losing the war. If you plant mint without a container, you deserve what happens next.
Anise basically only works as “a nice.” I’ve accepted this. Three variations is all we get.
I chive a lot of joy from gardening.
I need to chamomile down.
This one actually works on two levels, chamomile sounds like “calm a mile” AND chamomile tea is literally what people drink to calm down. The pun contains its own explanation. That’s elegant. That’s art. I will die on this hill.
You’re the mint to my mojito.
I’m not oregano-ing anywhere without you.
(Oregano → going. It’s a reach, I know. I KNOW. But say it fast enough at a dinner party and someone will laugh out of sheer surprise.)
Fennel-y here!
Send this text when you arrive somewhere late. Fennel → finally. It works. Barely. But it works.
Did you know that in medieval herbalism, rue was called the “herb of grace”? Which means technically, when you say “you’ll rue the day,” you’re making an herb pun. You’ve been making herb puns your whole life and didn’t even know it. You’re one of us now.
Let’s herb a good time!
Why did the cilantro get kicked out of the party? Because half the guests thought it tasted like soap. That’s not a pun, that’s just science. (It’s the OR6A2 gene, if you’re curious. Cilantro haters aren’t being dramatic, they’re being genetic.)
I garlic what you did there.
“How’s your herb garden doing?”
“It’s marjoram-velous, thanks for asking.”
“Please stop.”
“I’m just marjoram-ing up the courage to show you the rest of my puns.”
“I’m leaving.”
Don’t tarragon your feet.
Tarragon → drag on. As in “don’t drag your feet.” This is SO clean. The syllable match is almost perfect. If you say this to someone who’s dawdling and they don’t immediately groan, they’re not worth your thyme. (See what I did there? Of course you did.)
I’m parsley excited and parsley terrified.
This soup is fennel-tastic!
I told my partner we should turn over a new leaf, of basil, specifically, because the ones on the bottom of the plant were looking rough. They thought I was being metaphorical. I was being agricultural.
Don’t be so dill-y-dallying.
Feeling lemon balm-y and relaxed. 🌿
(This is the caption for your spa day photo. Your hammock photo. Your “I’m pretending I have my life together” photo. Versatile.)
Here’s one for the plant history nerds: the word “salary” comes from the Latin “salarium,” related to salt, but Roman soldiers were also sometimes paid in herbs and spices. So technically, your herb garden is a savings account. Invest in thyme. (That’s the pun. Invest in thyme. Like time. Please laugh.)
You’re the oregano to my pizza.
What do you call a nervous herb? Ginger. Because it’s always approaching things ginger-ly.
That one’s bad. I’m keeping it.
That’s a basil-ic need.
I stevia-lue your friendship more than you know.
(Stevia → value. It’s sweet. Literally and figuratively. Stevia is a sweetener. I’m very clever. Nobody ever tells me I’m clever.)
Lavender is weirdly hard to pun. “Lavender-ful” sounds like “wonderful” if you’re having a stroke. “That’s a lavender-ly sight” is supposed to be “lovely” but honestly it sounds like you’re trying to cast a spell. I’m including both anyway because I committed to this list and I’m not a quitter.
Cumin on over!
You garlic to be kidding me.
I’m just trying to thyme my day right. Every morning I wake up, water the garden, and tell myself today’s the day I stop making these puns. It never is.
What did the apothecary say about their borage plant? “It gives me courage.” And that’s not even really a pun, in traditional herbal medicine, borage was literally called the “herb of courage.” The old Welsh saying goes “I, borage, bring always courage.” The plant believed in itself more than I believe in most of these puns.
Let’s chive into this meal.
This is a bay-utiful day.
I’m ginger-ly stepping into the unknown. Tbh this is how I approach every recipe that calls for “a pinch” of something. A pinch according to WHO? Whose fingers? What size pinch?
You’re rosemary-markable!
We’re deep in it now and I’ll admit some of these are held together with hope and alliteration. But you know what? Herb puns are a niche art form. Not everyone can do this. (Most people don’t want to do this. That’s a different issue.)
“What’s your secret to a happy life?”
“Sage decisions and good thyme management.”
Cumin through for me when it matters!
Let’s herb a conversation about this.
I’m feeling herb-alicious and I don’t care who knows it.
That’s a major-am problem.
Marjoram → “major am.” Ngl, I had to say this out loud six times before I heard it, and even then I wasn’t sure. This is the pun equivalent of a Magic Eye poster. If you see it, congrats. If you don’t, I understand.
Here’s something that genuinely bugs me: people who say “herbs” without the H and people who say it with the H will never agree, and both sides act like the other one is committing a crime. It’s a letter. Calm down. Or should I say… chamomile down.
(I already used that one. I used it again. Sue me.)
I’m chive-ing for success and I won’t stop until every herb in this garden has been punned.
Let’s spice things up, said every cooking show host exactly four seconds before adding paprika to something that didn’t need paprika.
Hyssop your game! (Hyssop is a real herb, it’s in the mint family, used in Middle Eastern cooking, and referenced multiple times in the Bible. If you knew that already, you’re either a botanist or you’ve been doing the Sunday NYT crossword for too long.)
I told my friend I was starting an herb garden and she said “be careful, it’s a slippery slope.” She was right. First it’s one basil plant. Then you’re buying grow lights. Then you’re arguing with strangers online about whether cilantro counts as an herb or a punishment. There’s no going back. You just have to accept that this is your life now, surrounded by plants and puns, and honestly?
That’s a pretty good thyme.
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