I killed her with laughter.
She lies dead on the floor.
For many many years
she I just tried to ignore.
She was a noisy neighbor
a Gladys Kravitz type
who took the smallest thing
and gave it biggest hype.
Then one sunny day,
I told her a joke.
It wasn’t very funny
but she began to choke.
I stood there and stared
wondering what I should do.
She made the choking sign
and I knew she was through.
I should have helped her –
this I know now –
but I was glad to be rid of her
that nosy neighbor cow.
The house she lived in
has strange new residents.
I hope to meet them
but their nose never relents.
In the middle of night
I’ll hear a freight train.
It’s charging through my bedroom!
I’m going insane!
I have been spying on them
to find out what I can do.
Then one of them came over
and started with a joke or two.
Category Archives: Monday morning writing joke
Monday morning writing joke: “I killed her with laughter”
Monday morning writing joke: “Drink up or is that down?”

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Monday morning writing joke: “Barking vowels”
There once was a writer doggerel
Whose writing sounded as if you should gargle.
Rhymes and diphthongs
The words never got along
Sounding like the speech of a mongrel.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Chef from Kent”
There once was a chef from Kent
who knew not how her evening was spent.
With her panties aside
had she hitched up for a ride?
Or was that dampness some other condiment?

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Monday morning writing joke: “The Cow Story”
The fox said, pointing to the open field, “Maybe that’s where the cow jumped over the moon. Which brings up the philosophical question: Why did the cow jump over the moon?”
“Because it was trying to avoid the cattle drive.”
“But cows can’t drive,” the fox said.
“Cows can’t fly, either,” said the chicken hurriedly crossing the road.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Couplet”
There once was a writer of poems
Who had a side job fixing homes.
While making a repair
He tore pants and underwear
And displayed a couplet best left alone.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Absurdity”
There one day was a poet of the absurd
Who one day gave her word.
She’d tell it straight one day
Come what May
Or the one day she became a bird.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Adverse circumstances”
There once was a writer of verse
Who had a wish so perverse.
He put pen to paper
And hoped he’d become Satyr,
But what he became was even much worse.
He had hooves, horns, and some hide
Enough to frighten his would-be bride.
When he glanced in the mirror,
He couldn’t have looked any queerer
Even with the nannies by his side.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Captured pun”
There once was a writer of puns
who was forever and a day on the run.
English teachers in pursuit,
they felt he was in cahoots
with a jailer, a brailler, and a nun.
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