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Monday morning writing joke: “The plan”
The plan
There once was a writer who wrote Santa. /
He asked for a book marketing plan to /
Put his novel on top /
And not be a flop. /
Now, he only has to write another 80 grand-ah.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Shelf adoration”
There once was a writer in a bookstore /
Of her novels, she wanted to see more. /
Up on the shelves /
She wanted them to dwell /
But first she had to do more than adore.
“Only”
Only
Halloween heart eek. /
She left me; I could not speak./
Only ghostly shriek.
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“Brains”
Brains
If I had my brains /
I’d share some of them with you. /
I’ll keep an eye out.
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Cavorting
There once was a writer of romance, /
Who left very little to chance. /
Her imagination /
Was only a way station, /
For her prose to cavort and prance.
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“The Disguise”
The private eye disguise
In glasses and bushy brows,
With nose and funny mustache
Able to deceive the soused.
I am impersonating the author,
The teller of these tall tales
Of tarnish valor and unfair maidens
And life’s sordid travails.
It is hard to fake the writing
To sit here and make stuff up.
The computer stares at me blankly
Like an audience saying, “Never enough.”
I can’t take one more day,
Maybe not ever one more hour.
I’m looking for the clues,
But everything turns up sour.
The writer has disappeared,
The creator now uncreated.
And everything I try or do
Comes out jaded or simply dated.
I am the created cliche,
Left behind to hold this space.
O’ author come back to me
So my future won’t be erased.
091222
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