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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: “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 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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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 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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