That is so tech strip of you.
Filed under 2022, Monday morning writing joke
There once was an actor of note,
Who thought he was so good he could float.
Upon the stage he did try
To levitate way up high,
And soon he was smaller than a mote.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
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.
“They would pair us like that,” the tick grumbled as he ate his croissant.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke, puns
The once was a writer with a bucket,
Who threw his drafts in it, because they “suck it.”
One day a thief came by
And with his bucket she did hie.
Now she has a bestseller. O’ the luck of it.
There once was a writer from Montana,
Who always ate a morning banana.
Then one day he ran out.
He wailed an ugly shout:
“Writing’s lost is appeal and manna.”
Research
I am a writer. /
Thank you for asking, Bear. /
Dog and broom were mum.
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Filed under 2020, CarToonsday, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
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