
Dad joke, number 2
A dad joke, you can /
always tell, but never can /
you tell it, “Can can.”
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Dad joke, number 2
A dad joke, you can /
always tell, but never can /
you tell it, “Can can.”
#can #can_can #dad #joke #pun #tell #senryu #poem #poetry #haiku #cartoon #pickles #briancrane #davidebooker #december #thursday #122922 #2022
Filed under 2022, Cartoon, haiku, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker, puns
The plan
There once was a writer who wrote Santa. /
He asked for a book marketing plan to /
Put his novel on top /
And not be a flop. /
Now, he only has to write another 80 grand-ah.
Filed under 2022, limerick, Monday morning writing joke, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker
There once was a writer in a bookstore /
Of her novels, she wanted to see more. /
Up on the shelves /
She wanted them to dwell /
But first she had to do more than adore.
There once was a writer of romance, /
Who left very little to chance. /
Her imagination /
Was only a way station, /
For her prose to cavort and prance.
.
.
#limerick #romance #writer #imagination #cavort #prance #writinghumor #poem #poetry #davidebooker #october #monday #101022 #2022
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There once was writer named Maxwell/
Who wrote only things factual /
Imagination, he said, /
Was not in his head. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.
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There one was a writer named Flynn, /
Who had trouble knowing where to begin. /
In medias res, /
he heard was the place. /
but he didn’t know how to get in.
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