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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: “Writer from Dubuque”

There once was a writer from Dubuque.

He thought his success was a fluke.

Still, the notoriety, it’s said

Inflated his head

And his wife caught him with a girl half as cute.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer at night”

There once was a writer at night

Who wrote all the way to daylight.

His stories were grand

About a sun-drenched land

But his descriptions were never quite right.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Hell”

There once was a writer from Hell

Who could tell his stories quite well.

Full of fire and hate

They kept his readers up late –

And then there was their god awful smell.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Sandusky”

There once was a writer from Sandusky

An outdoor fellow and husky.

He wrote about the birds and the bees

And even humans on their knees

But he himself was never lucky.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Love at first pants”

There once was a writer of Romance /

Who had a stance on love at first glance. /

It was hard for him to believe /

Or even try to conceive /

That it could be done while still wearing your pants.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer in the Kremlin”

There once was a writer in the Kremlin

Whose words were always dissembling.

No matter what he’d say

The writer would explain it away –

Even when Trump was Putin dwelling.

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