
Sometimes
Sometimes, you beat the /
Tire with the typewriter to /
Get the words to come.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #words #writing #writer #march #wednesday #2020 #tire #typewriter #typewriterpoetry #manuallabor

Sometimes
Sometimes, you beat the /
Tire with the typewriter to /
Get the words to come.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #words #writing #writer #march #wednesday #2020 #tire #typewriter #typewriterpoetry #manuallabor
Filed under 2021, haiku, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker

Paws
Cat on wet walkway /
Stretching to embrace the day /
Paws to wander why.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #pun #writinghumor #cat #paws #walkway #wander #wet #oldnorthknoxville #photooftheday #poemoftheday #davidebooker #february #monday #2021
Filed under 2021, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke
There once was a writer named Elf,
Who wanted to see all his books up on the shelf.
In bookstores and in homes
He wanted his stories to roam.
So he hid them among Santa’s present wealth.

A cup of Mercury
I swallowed from the cup of Mercury
to cover my absurdity.
The ambrosia of Venus
was cloudy in toxic meanness.
I raised a toast to ol’ Earth
the land of mirth and birth.
I’d thought I’d reached the stars
but was only a sip of Mars.
“Here’s mud in your eye,”
I said to Jupiter by and by.
I left a ring around Saturn —
just following an old pattern.
I drank from Uranus
though you thought me an ignoramus.
Things got kind of blurry
drinking from Neptune in such a hurry.
I got blotto on Pluto —
as a planet I couldn’t let go.
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Filed under 2020, books, CarToonsday
There once was a poet from Nice
Who one day lost his only valise.
Full of rhyme and reason
He had town’s folk believin’
Until it was found they’d be no peace.
cARtONSday: “Catastrophic mistake”
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