There once was a writer from Charlotte
Whose latest novel featured a protagonist harlot.
Her crime was a sin.
And his sin was where to begin,
So he wound up thinking about it bars a lot.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Maine”
There once was a writer from Maine
Whom everybody thought was insane.
He wrote big books on evil
and owned pet boll weevil.
No one could cotton to him or complain.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Memph-is”
There once was a writer from Memph-is
Whose poetry was all full of guess-is
About the nature of sex.
Was it a blessing or a hex?
And if all things were bigger in Tex-is.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer in Saskatchewan”
Once a science fiction writer moved to Saskatchewan. /
He heard that’s where all the aliens had gone. /
They’d landed there /
For the Canadian healthcare /
And belief that they could belong.
Monday morning writing joke: “It ain’t write, I tell you”
Two writers went to the same doctor’s office on the same day. She told each one he didn’t have long to live.
“It’s awful,” said the first writer. “I’m right in the middle of a novel and she’s only given me six months to live. I’ll never get it finished. What about you?”
“It’s awful for me, too,” said the second writer. “She gave me three years to live.”
“Three years!” the first writer said. “Three years! What’s so awful about that?”
“I write short stories,” the second writer said. “And I’m fresh out of ideas.”
Filed under 2020, joke by author, Monday morning writing joke
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Dubuque”
There once was a writer from Dubuque.
He thought his success was a fluke.
Still, the notoriety, it’s said
Inflated his head
And his wife caught him with a girl half as cute.
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Hell”
There once was a writer from Hell
Who could tell his stories quite well.
Full of fire and hate
They kept his readers up late –
And then there was their god awful smell.
Filed under 2020, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Sandusky”
There once was a writer from Sandusky
An outdoor fellow and husky.
He wrote about the birds and the bees
And even humans on their knees
But he himself was never lucky.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku to you Thursday: “Last”
If I were the last /
Would morning dew still matter? /
Asked the blade of grass.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer in the Kremlin”
There once was a writer in the Kremlin
Whose words were always dissembling.
No matter what he’d say
The writer would explain it away –
Even when Trump was Putin dwelling.
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