"Not the crude eagle!"
cried Franklin at the meeting.
"How 'bout the turkey?"
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"It's not a writing blog."
"But you're a writer."
"When a chef pours himself a bowl of cereal, is he cheffing? This isn't for real. It's a place to play. A play blog."
"What kind of writer uses the word 'cheffing'?
"The kind that has a play blog."
"It's not a writing blog."
"But you're a writer."
"When a chef pours himself a bowl of cereal, is he cheffing? This isn't for real. It's a place to play. A play blog."
"What kind of writer uses the word 'cheffing'?
"The kind that has a play blog."
2 comments:
This is so hilarious. I laughed out loud! (LOL'ed if you will..) And it even afforded me the chance to teach the history teacher (Craig) about Ben Franklin's desire to make the turkey our national bird.
Well done, sir.
Thanks! Yeah, it seems to be a popular haiku. Nancy at SPHEL won't shut up about it. Sigh.
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