There once was a writer of horror
Who wrote about mean, evil flora.
And there once was a fly
That landed nearby
And ate him so he could write no more-ah.
There once was a writer of horror
Who wrote about mean, evil flora.
And there once was a fly
That landed nearby
And ate him so he could write no more-ah.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as David E. Booker, flora, fly, horror, joke, limerick, Monday, writer, writng humor
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