There once was a writer whose Christmas /
Was not going too well with the misses. /
He had written a quick ditty /
About how she was still pretty /
But had used the name of his mistress.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Motes”
The motes in the sun /
bloom larger with each movement /
downward into snow.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Table”
The best linen rests /
surrounded by plates and pie. /
Scraps become compost.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Down for the count”
There once was a writer from down under
Whose editor rent all his things asunder.
Passive verbs and weak nouns
Were found all over the ground
And woe be to each adverbial blunder.
***
A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, “Doctor, doctor, I can’t feel my legs!”
The doctor replied, “I know you can’t; I’ve cut off your arms!”
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Photo finish Friday: “Traveling”
Is this the path behind or the one ahead?
The path well known or the one less said?
Will you travel light or carry a heavy load?
Coming back with stories or learning ones untold?
Will you find true love along your path
Or will Dame fortune scheme to steal your stash?
Will your joys be many and your sorrows few?
Will you have many friends or just one or two?
Wherever you go, know that there you will be
with all the world around you and new things to see.
I wish you well as you create your pathway.
It’s built with your life, but renewed each day.
I won’t always be with you, but come what may
Maybe in your heart a small part of me will stay.
–by David E. Booker
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Trees”
Trees undress for Fall. /
Dance naked to Winter’s wind. /
Entice Spring’s young eyes.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Carving up the profits”
A turkey and a writer walked into a local bar.
The turkey thought the writer could make him a flying star.
“I’ll tell you my life story and then you’ll write it down.
“And we’ll split all the profits when a publisher is found.”
The writer had heard such talk and promises before,
But with his feathers spread, the turkey was too big to ignore.
Getting to the heart of the matter.
The writer reached into his tattered pocket and drew out his carving knife.
What happen next to the turkey, we’re not sure we can ever tell
Only that the poor writer liked the bird, but only medium well.
Now, let this be a lesson about where the writer will start.
The pen may be mightier than the sword, but the knife can cut to the heart.
–by David E. Booker
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Tickle”
Grass grows green somewhere. /
For now lawnmowers slumber. /
Rakes tickle the dead.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Juggling”
There once was a struggling writer in town /
Who made ends meet by being a clown. /
He could be quite the performer, /
Juggling balls on the street corner. /
But in his stories the balls always dragged the ground.
***
I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn’t find any.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Journal”
Too long, no entry: /
bad, bad writer, no doughnut. /
Sprinkles word this page.
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