There once was a writer from Tennessee
Who wrote several good mysteries.
Her writing wasn’t horsing around
Except when horses were around
Then her private eye was riding high for his fee.
There once was a writer from Tennessee
Who wrote several good mysteries.
Her writing wasn’t horsing around
Except when horses were around
Then her private eye was riding high for his fee.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke, photo by David E. Booker
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