There once was a writer from Nashville, /
Who wrote enough songs to fill up a landfill. /
He’d write lyrics all day /
As if he had something to say /
Then sing them for an audience of daffodils.
***
Three creationists accidentally walked into a tar pit last night. In 6,000 years nobody will care.
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Thoughts like ragged leaves /
Blown by a wind, bright and wild. /
Beloved imagining.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a writer from the Vatican /
Whose soul job was to write about sin, but then /
He wondered: what can I say /
About troubles today /
That gives evil an original spin again.
***
A dyslexic writer walks into a bra.
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Finally found me. /
You say you knew me back when, /
But I was not lost./
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There once was a writer from Lexington /
Who had four daughters, but no son. /
He cried and he sighed /
And he wanted to know why. /
Then he made all his heroes be women.
***
Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.
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World full of wonder. /
The angel of death leaves soon. /
Short are the longings.
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There once was a writer from Maine /
Who wrote about the strange and insane. /
“Your writing reminds me of King.” /
Those words would always sting, /
Until he stuffed their remains down the drain.
***
A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, “I’ll serve you, but don’t start anything.”
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Tonight I dream stars. /
Worlds enveloped in wonder. /
My dog wants a walk.
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There once was a writer of fiber /
Whose morning had a high moral driver. /
A bowl of bran flakes /
Is all that she partakes, /
And the output does more than inspire her.
***
An invisible man marries an invisible woman. Their kids were nothing to look at either.
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I sit, wait, and age. /
Celestial bodies align. /
Mine aligns with dust.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
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