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Monday morning writing joke: “Fool errand”

There once was a man so wise /

he read a book on disguise. /

And to this very day /

when he wants to slip away /

glasses and a mustache he applies. /

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Monday morning writing joke: “Acknowledgements”

There once was writer of acknowledgements /

Who was in a pickle over compliments. /

To make them clear and sincere /

And not sound in arrears /

Or as if she were paying emoluments.

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Monday morning writing joke: “F-bomb”

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There once was a purveyor of F-bombs /
Who dropped them like words of a psalm. /
One day on a streak /
He went well passed his peak /
Now his voice squeaks with lavender charm.

 

 

 

 

 

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Monday morning writing joke: “A Man of Subtle fun”

There once was man of subtle fun /
Who tried to make puns on the run /
But his display of verbal wit /
Didn’t go over for shit /
And left people mindless minus one.

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Monday (morning) writing joke: “Assault with a deadly language”

There once was a author from Brisbane /

who thought a writer from Lisbon /

tortured language in a way /

that was “an assault and pepper spray” /

a syntax attack, if not misprision.

 

 

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Monday morning writing joke: “Tart”

There once was a woman named Tart /
who thought she would be rather smart. /
She wore her bra on her head /
so when she took men to bed, /
they’d start near head, not her heart.

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Monday (morning) writing joke: “Faking it”

There once was a writer ignorant of history, /

For whom dates and names were a mystery. /

Did it happen there? /

Did anyone really care? /

It let him tell the story so simplistically.

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