Writer, noun, living. /
Writer, verb, conveying life. /
Writer, now, writing.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
The book was too full of cat-ch phrases to be dog gone original.
Filed under 2020, CarToonsday
WRITER: Comedy comes from pain.
AGENT: Then this meeting is hilarious.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke
There once was writer from Chicago,
Who fancied himself a hero in Key Largo.
So, he packed up his crap,
But misread his map,
And is living near zero in Fargo.
Debate in our hearts /
In this season of our lives /
Affords us new growth.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
There once was a writer of horror
Who wrote about mean, evil flora.
And there once was a fly
That landed nearby
And ate him so he could write no more-ah.
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