Zombie Neighborhood Watch sign: “Take a bite out of crime. Eat the perpetrator.”
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Q. What sort of work does a zombie like?
A. Piecemeal.
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Tag Archives: pun
An unfortunate juxtaposition
The headline meaning is clear, or is it?
An unfortunate juxtaposition
It was an unfortunate juxtaposition
An editorially poor rendition
And a layout contradiction
Of the work being done that day.
The ladies were up in the air
Arms and legs wide without a care
And the photographer “froze” them there:
A fine photo some might say.
But a headline was then put in place
Above their wide-open pose embrace
Each with a smile upon her face
And things came out another way.
The headline read: “Let’s go, Beavers”
And for those who are “mis-perceivers”
The headline was an overachiever
Of the double entendre sort of sway.
Some members of the fourth estate
To this day cannot contemplate
How such a printing came to state
Something that put such a pun in play.
So let this be today’s object lesson
About laying out a front-page section
And how others can have a perception
Where you place things a certain way.
–poem by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Ax about it”
Some walls have ears; others have musicians. Don’t (s)ax me why.
Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Monday morning writing joke: “Play time”
There once was a writer of erotica /
whose own life was not a like a lot of ya. /
She would write it all day /
but come time to go play /
she couldn’t quite “bare” the thought of ya.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke
cARtOONSDAY: “wRITER’S bLOCK”
Sometimes the building blocks of writing are a bit mislaid.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Monday morning writing joke: “Tears”
A songwriter sitting at a bar tried explaining to the woman next to him why he’d given up dating.
“Did both sisters know you were dating the other one?” the woman asked.
The songwriter nodded. “At first, they both said: ‘cool, date all.'”
“Then?”
“Then it wasn’t. So I said I was leaving. Tina cried when I left, and so did her sister, Marge. I told them, ‘Don’t cry for me, Marge and Tina.'”
The woman poured her drink on the songwriter and she left.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke
cARtOONSDAY: “pAPA’S aDVICE”
Sometimes the Importance of being Ernest was too much to bear.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Monday morning writing joke: “Signage”
Before she became a novelist, Mary Shelley wanted to open a bar and restaurant in Berlin, but she didn’t have much money for a sign, and she was told the sign could not be very big.
Calling it
Bratwurst
and
Beer
was too many letters and did not look right, especially with one word longer than the other.
After much contemplation and taking the letters apart and putting them back together with some other letters, she came up with words the fit the sign size and her budget:
Frank
-N-
Stein.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke
Monday morning writing joke: “Line”
Q.: What do you call five writers marching in a single line through a war zone?
A.: A writers’ column
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
Photo finish Friday: “Bug out”
The attack of the metal-eating bugs from Mars was stopped dead in its tracks not by military firepower or industrial genius, but by rust and cold weather.
What will happen come Spring? Nobody is sure.
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