
Sometimes
Sometimes, you beat the /
Tire with the typewriter to /
Get the words to come.
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Sometimes
Sometimes, you beat the /
Tire with the typewriter to /
Get the words to come.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #words #writing #writer #march #wednesday #2020 #tire #typewriter #typewriterpoetry #manuallabor #030420
Filed under 2020, haiku, photo, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker

First draft
“Guess what?”
“Chicken butt.”
He fell over into the rut.
“How high?”
“A baby’s cry?”
He gave me the quizzical eye.
“Knock. Knock.”
“You’re a smelly old sock.”
He looked at me like my head’s down the block.
“Bye bye.”
“Here’s mud in your eye.”
He shook his head and tried to fly.
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#poem #humorous #writing #firstdraft #chicken #butt
#mud #humor #poetry #may #wednesday #davidebooker #2020 #sock
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Filed under 2020, Poetry by David E. Booker, writing

Sometimes
Sometimes, you beat the /
Tire with the typewriter to /
Get the words to come.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #words #writing #writer #march #wednesday #2020 #tire #typewriter #typewriterpoetry #manuallabor
Filed under 2021, haiku, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
A hungry African lion came across two men. One was sitting under a tree and reading a book; the other was typing away on his typewriter. The lion pounced on the man reading the book and devoured him. Even the king of the jungle knows that readers digest and writers cramp.
Observation: Maybe that’s why Hemingway was never eaten on safari.The lions were more afraid of his typewriter than his rife.
Inverse observation: Even lions reject writers. Writers just aren’t a lion’s type.
Filed under Monday morning writing joke