Sometimes those cracks on the sidewalk weren’t much help, either.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
There once was a writer from Nashville, /
Who wrote enough songs to fill up a landfill. /
He’d write lyrics all day /
As if he had something to say /
Then sing them for an audience of daffodils.
***
Three creationists accidentally walked into a tar pit last night. In 6,000 years nobody will care.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
The Sun was beginning to realize his beginning lacked something.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
There once was a writer from the Vatican /
Whose soul job was to write about sin, but then /
He wondered: what can I say /
About troubles today /
That gives evil an original spin again.
***
A dyslexic writer walks into a bra.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
There once was a writer from Lexington /
Who had four daughters, but no son. /
He cried and he sighed /
And he wanted to know why. /
Then he made all his heroes be women.
***
Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Sign inside Hansel and Gretel Exotic Foods Factory.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
There once was a writer from Maine /
Who wrote about the strange and insane. /
“Your writing reminds me of King.” /
Those words would always sting, /
Until he stuffed their remains down the drain.
***
A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, “I’ll serve you, but don’t start anything.”
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
You need a place to rest your book.
Don’t try this with an unabridged dictionary.
Do you live with your novels as you are reading them? Even in the bathroom?
But maybe you have no bookshelf or place to temporarily rest the book. What do you do? Why, the toilet paper dispenser might be your friend.
Not recommended for heavy books or picture books of odd-sized dimensions. But the right book at the right time with the roll of toilet paper at the right diameter, and you have a temporary bookshelf while you await the flush of success.
Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
There once was a writer of fiber /
Whose morning had a high moral driver. /
A bowl of bran flakes /
Is all that she partakes, /
And the output does more than inspire her.
***
An invisible man marries an invisible woman. Their kids were nothing to look at either.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Willard now understood why they offered him a disguise at the sign in table.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
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