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.
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.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author