There once was a dog who could write.
She did so most every night.
The shaggy dog stories she told
Were not very bold
And didn’t have much of a bite.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke
There once was a writer extraordinaire
For the less talented he did not care.
Then one day
His ghost writer gave him away
And credit with his mom he had to share.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
A simple writing tip to start the New Year. /
I will say it once, so gather round here. /
Whatever you may do about beginnings and ends /
When sitting on the throne do not hours spend. /
Your poem you will not complete before other deeds are done. /
And your legs and your feet will be the slumbering ones. /
Your audience, too, may have abandoned you. /
They may find what you have done not the best you can doo-doo.
Simple tip to start out the New Year. Do not write a completed poem while sitting on the commode. Before you’re finished, your legs — if not your audience — will be numb and asleep.
Filed under 2019, Writing Tip Wednesday, writing tips
How you end a scene or chapter is as important as how you begin one.
Staged exit right.
Left in a flight.
Rung drama from the night
Exited before day bright.
We cried, “No more!”
Our eyes cast to the floor
We showed him the door.
He cried, “You bore.”
He left with a sting
Like a long hard fling
When the door it swings
Into the ding-a-king.
Filed under 2019, CarToonsday, poetry by author
There once was a writer from Saskatchewan /
Who wasn’t sure he could still catch one /
He gave a good chase /
In a world of bodice and lace /
But his writing, like his love life, had come undone.
Filed under 2018, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
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