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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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Haiku to you Thursday: “Resting birthday”

Frosting in the fridge. /

Cake unfinished on counter. /

Resting birthday.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Last”

If I were the last /

Would morning dew still matter? /

Asked the blade of grass.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “The Stargazer”

The stargazer grieves /

for the love he left behind /

fading into daylight.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Empty”

Empty as a pocket /

We compared mythologies /

Midnight to devastation.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Chef from Kent”

There once was a chef from Kent

who knew not how her evening was spent.

With her panties aside

had she hitched up for a ride?

Or was that dampness some other condiment?

Story of a two ladies out late.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Absurdity”

There one day was a poet of the absurd

Who one day gave her word.

She’d tell it straight one day

Come what May

Or the one day she became a bird.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Adverse circumstances”

There once was a writer of verse

Who had a wish so perverse.

He put pen to paper

And hoped he’d become Satyr,

But what he became was even much worse.

He had hooves, horns, and some hide

Enough to frighten his would-be bride.

When he glanced in the mirror,

He couldn’t have looked any queerer

Even with the nannies by his side.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Limerick as a second language”

There once was a poet from Shanghai

Who wanted to give limericks a try.

But instead of sounding naughty

Or even slightly bawdy,

They sounded like the code of a spy.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Binding”

The oppressing hand /

Binds through fear and not respect /

Embraces your hate.

To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize. --Voltaire

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