There once was a poet from Nice
Who one day lost his only valise.
Full of rhyme and reason
He had town’s folk believin’
Until it was found they’d be no peace.
Holiday making
Holiday making
Stirred and not shaken /
Holiday magic, mayhem? /
You decide for you.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “More than Memories”
Mourn their memories
Pick a town, small town. /
Erase all the people there. /
More than memories.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Writer”
Writer, noun, living. /
Writer, verb, conveying life. /
Writer, now, writing.
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cARtOONSdAY: “dOG eARED rEVIEW”
The book was too full of cat-ch phrases to be dog gone original.
Filed under 2020, CarToonsday
Monday morning writing joke: “Ouch”
WRITER: Comedy comes from pain.
AGENT: Then this meeting is hilarious.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke
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