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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Schenectady”

There once was a writer from Schenectady

Whose writing was full of complexity

He plots were convoluted.

His characters quite putrid.

He was left all alone intellectually.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Charlotte”

There once was a writer from Charlotte

Whose latest novel featured a protagonist harlot.

Her crime was a sin.

And his sin was where to begin,

So he wound up thinking about it bars a lot.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Tennessee”

There once was a writer from Tennessee

Who wrote several good mysteries.

Her writing wasn’t horsing around

Except when horses were around

Then her private eye was riding high for his fee.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from St. Paul”

There once was a writer from St. Paul

Who could only write well in the fall.

With the leaves off the trees

She saw her neighbors with ease.

And then she could record it all.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Maine”

There once was a writer from Maine

Whom everybody thought was insane.

He wrote big books on evil

and owned pet boll weevil.

No one could cotton to him or complain.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Never alone”

There once was a writer named Stone

Who tried writing on his smart phone.

It started off fine

But then he got behind:

All the apps wouldn’t leave him alone.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Memph-is”

There once was a writer from Memph-is

Whose poetry was all full of guess-is

About the nature of sex.

Was it a blessing or a hex?

And if all things were bigger in Tex-is.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Sandusky”

There once was a writer from Sandusky /

Who was tall and a little bit husky. /

He wrote every day. /

He was a poet they say. /

And his clothes wore a wee bit crusty.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer in Saskatchewan”

Once a science fiction writer moved to Saskatchewan. /

He heard that’s where all the aliens had gone. /

They’d landed there /

For the Canadian healthcare /

And belief that they could belong.

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Monday morning writing joke: “It ain’t write, I tell you”

Two writers went to the same doctor’s office on the same day. She told each one he didn’t have long to live.

“It’s awful,” said the first writer. “I’m right in the middle of a novel and she’s only given me six months to live. I’ll never get it finished. What about you?”

“It’s awful for me, too,” said the second writer. “She gave me three years to live.”

“Three years!” the first writer said. “Three years! What’s so awful about that?”

“I write short stories,” the second writer said. “And I’m fresh out of ideas.”

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