There once was a writer from Sandusky
An outdoor fellow and husky.
He wrote about the birds and the bees
And even humans on their knees
But he himself was never lucky.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Sandusky”
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There was a young man from Spokane
Whose poems would never quite scan.
When told this was so,
He said, “Yes I know,
But I always try to cram as many words into the last line as I possibly can.”
A poet, too, lived on Cape Cod
Whose limerick scansion was odd:
He thought it was fine
To end the last line
Abruptly.