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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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Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Feeding”

Grackle and woodpecker at a suet feeder.
Grackle and woodpecker vie for suet.

Grackle challenges /

The world in a winged moment. /

Woodpecker defends.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Reigns in Tears”

The sky reigns in tears /

A billion trillion stars /

Beacons for the past.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Couplet”

There once was a writer of poems

Who had a side job fixing homes.

While making a repair

He tore pants and underwear

And displayed a couplet best left alone.

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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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Photo finish Friday (photo and poem): “The Big Bang”

photo of gun deaths in US versus other developed nations.

Thoughts and prayers

Thoughts and prayers

Are like underwear —

They can keep some crap from spilling.

But when they fill

There is no thrill

When no one does any repairing.

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