Some questions were boldly stated.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Sometimes those cracks on the sidewalk weren’t much help, either.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
There once was a writer from Nashville, /
Who wrote enough songs to fill up a landfill. /
He’d write lyrics all day /
As if he had something to say /
Then sing them for an audience of daffodils.
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Three creationists accidentally walked into a tar pit last night. In 6,000 years nobody will care.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
The Sun was beginning to realize his beginning lacked something.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
There once was a writer from the Vatican /
Whose soul job was to write about sin, but then /
He wondered: what can I say /
About troubles today /
That gives evil an original spin again.
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A dyslexic writer walks into a bra.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
What would you do if your raspberries wanted to mix it up with your blueberries or blackberries?
Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Sign inside Hansel and Gretel Exotic Foods Factory.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
This is what happens when you’ve been stuck in a rut so long: the rut gets stuck on you.
Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Willard now understood why they offered him a disguise at the sign in table.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Q.: What’s the difference between a propaganda writer and a roman candle?
A.: Depends upon how much a roman candle is selling for.
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Three writers walk into a fireworks store. Each has $1. One buys a cherry bomb. The second buys a pack of firecrackers. The third buys a sparkler. Which one’s the poet?
A.: The one with the cherry bomb. Metaphorically, he’s trying to get the biggest bang for his buck.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke
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