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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Schenectady”

There once was a writer from Schenectady

Whose writing was full of complexity

He plots were convoluted.

His characters quite putrid.

He was left all alone intellectually.

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cARtOONSdaY: “wRITING pARTY oF oNE”

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June 23, 2020 · 5:05 am

Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Charlotte”

There once was a writer from Charlotte

Whose latest novel featured a protagonist harlot.

Her crime was a sin.

And his sin was where to begin,

So he wound up thinking about it bars a lot.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Tennessee”

There once was a writer from Tennessee

Who wrote several good mysteries.

Her writing wasn’t horsing around

Except when horses were around

Then her private eye was riding high for his fee.

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cARtOONSdAY: “tHE wRITING sTRUGGLE”

The pro in procrastination does not make you a professional writer.

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June 9, 2020 · 9:39 pm

Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from St. Paul”

There once was a writer from St. Paul

Who could only write well in the fall.

With the leaves off the trees

She saw her neighbors with ease.

And then she could record it all.

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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: “Never alone”

There once was a writer named Stone

Who tried writing on his smart phone.

It started off fine

But then he got behind:

All the apps wouldn’t leave him alone.

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Photo finish Friday: “Tudoring”

The reign in Splain Falls /

manely on the plane. /

And what misses goes down in Seine. /

I cried a river when you road the train. /

Me heart aorta be of a tougher strain. /

The reign in Splain Falls /

manely on the plane. /

It splatters against the window, /

but I feel no pane.

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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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