And, one hopes, a good story or two, as well.
Filed under 2021, CarToonsday, Uncategorized
There once was a writer from Montana,
Who always ate a morning banana.
Then one day he ran out.
He wailed an ugly shout:
“Writing’s lost is appeal and manna.”
There once was a writer of wars /
Who saw peace as a series of chores. /
When people put their arms away /
He had nothing to say, /
And at parties he was just one of the boors.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
There once was a writer from Nantucket/
Who stuffed her writing wish list bucket. /
Crammed with crumpled notes /
Stuffed until it bloats /
Each list a rewrite ending in “F6$k it!”
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
First draft
“Guess what?”
“Chicken butt.”
He fell over into the rut.
“How high?”
“A baby’s cry?”
He gave me the quizzical eye.
“Knock. Knock.”
“You’re a smelly old sock.”
He looked at me like my head’s down the block.
“Bye bye.”
“Here’s mud in your eye.”
He shook his head and tried to fly.
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Filed under 2020, Poetry by David E. Booker, writing
There once was a writer from downtown, /
Who took his rejection lying around. /
He would open his e-mail /
And read the words: “No Sale.” /
Then say, “No need to get up to get down.”
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
Sometimes it is easier to find Uranus than your bottom.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
James Bond, Jason Bourne, and John Wick walked into a bar.
Two of them fell down, and then they knew they were in the wrong Q.
Filed under 2021, Monday morning writing joke
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