Love fruit
Love fruit on the roof. /
Once considered poisonous /
Now poised over us.
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There once was writer named Maxwell, /
Who wrote only about things factual. /
Imagination, he said, /
Was overrated and dead. /
Then he was eaten by a Pterodactyl.
Hunters stew
Deep in the forest, /
made with choice ingredients, /
Autumn Hunters Stew.
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Filed under 2015, 2021, haiku, parody, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Sunday silliness
“They would pair us like that,” the tick grumbled as he ate his croissant.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke, puns
Sometimes
Sometimes, you must dough /
What you knead to dough. /
Then you roll with it.
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Haiku from 083021
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
The once was a writer with a bucket,
Who threw his drafts in it, because they “suck it.”
One day a thief came by
And with his bucket she did hie.
Now she has a bestseller. O’ the luck of it.
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