Writer, noun, living. /
Writer, verb, conveying life. /
Writer, now, writing.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
A subject, a verb, and a direct object enter a bar and sit on the stools.
“What’ll ya have?” the bartender asks.
“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” the noun said pointing to the direct object.
“Same for me,” the verb said, “but make mine to go.”
The bartender then looked directly at the direct object.
The direct object rolled his eyes back and fluttered his lips. “All day,” he said, “all day and now we finally have a noun-verb agreement and I have no clue what I want.”
The subject looked at the verb. “I told you he was a third wheel.”
“Let’s go,” the verb said.
“Agreed,” said the subject and they left.
Filed under 2016, Monday morning writing joke
There once was a writer from down under
Whose editor rent all his things asunder.
Passive verbs and weak nouns
Were found all over the ground
And woe be to each adverbial blunder.
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A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, “Doctor, doctor, I can’t feel my legs!”
The doctor replied, “I know you can’t; I’ve cut off your arms!”
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
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