There once was a writer from Mars
Who fell to Earth into a bar.
He searched for inspiration
In his makeshift destination.
And found writers who hadn’t gotten very far.
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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There once was a writer from Spain
Whose career was going down the drain.
His wife was Basque
And a plumber whose task
Had been to keep him afloat with no pain.
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There once was a poet from Shanghai
Who wanted to give limericks a try.
But instead of sounding naughty
Or even slightly bawdy,
They sounded like the code of a spy.
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The machine answers. /
Your future it will bestow /
For a Devil’s nickel.

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Reaching for the stars /
I tripped over your full moon heart. /
The heavens were in your eyes.

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There once was a writer of note
Whose writing barely kept him afloat.
Good and bad
He was a naughty nautical lad.
His body of work had taken on some bloat.
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There once was a writer from St. Paul
Who was sure he could write it all:
Poetry or prose,
Essays about his toes.
But his tax checks always had a shortfall.
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There once was a dog who could write.
She did so most every night.
The shaggy dog stories she told
Were not very bold
And didn’t have much of a bite.
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