There once was a writer of wars /
Who saw peace as a series of chores. /
When people put their arms away /
He had nothing to say, /
And at parties he was just one of the boors.
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Monday morning writing joke: “War writer”
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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Nantucket”
There once was a writer from Nantucket/
Who stuffed her writing wish list bucket. /
Crammed with crumpled notes /
Stuffed until it bloats /
Each list a rewrite ending in “F6$k it!”
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Monday morning writing joke: “Lying writer”
There once was a writer from downtown, /
Who took his rejection lying around. /
He would open his e-mail /
And read the words: “No Sale.” /
Then say, “No need to get up to get down.”
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Monday (morning) writing joke: “Writer from the farm”
There once was a writer from the farm
Who thought writing could do no harm.
Then one day while he uttered
Poetry he scribbled near a cow’s udder,
She kicked him because she was not charmed.
“Light climbing” haiku and photo
Light climbing
Light climbs the night limbs, /
Touching bare the winter trees. /
Moon a ripe, white fruit.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer named Elf”
There once was a writer named Elf,
Who wanted to see all his books up on the shelf.
In bookstores and in homes
He wanted his stories to roam.
So he hid them among Santa’s present wealth.
Monday morning writing joke: “Poet Nice”
There once was a poet from Nice
Who one day lost his only valise.
Full of rhyme and reason
He had town’s folk believin’
Until it was found they’d be no peace.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Chicago”
There once was writer from Chicago,
Who fancied himself a hero in Key Largo.
So, he packed up his crap,
But misread his map,
And is living near zero in Fargo.
Monday (morning) writing joke: “Writer of Horror”
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.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer of Satire”
There once was a writer of satire,
Who feared his profession would soon expire.
No matter what he would write
Reality very soon made it trite,
Or worse, make it something to desire.
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