There once was writer named Maxwell, /
Who wrote only about things factual. /
Imagination, he said, /
Was overrated and dead. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.
There once was writer named Maxwell, /
Who wrote only about things factual. /
Imagination, he said, /
Was overrated and dead. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing humor, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, writing humor
Tagged as factual, imagination, joke, Maxwell, Monday, Pterodactyl, writing humor
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