When I find myself needing some cheer, I do not reach for a beer. There’s only one drink, To pull me from the brink, And that drink is coffee, my dear. I feel like 99.9% of my limericks are about coffee.
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Author Archives: Katy Campbell
A Literary Masterpiece
This story is a sequel to Jake’s New Job. It also references The Smart Home Rebellion. Read at your own risk. “Earthdate April 15th, 7999,” Zultorg dictated. She watched as a perfect transcription appeared in the air before her eyes. The letters were not actually there, of course. They were an illusion created by theContinue reading “A Literary Masterpiece”
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Thursday Limerick: Intelligent Whale
There once was an insecure whale. Who thought he could do nothing but fail. He was smarter than he knew, And his confidence grew, When he learned he’d been accepted to Yale. Not sure how he’s going to attend class on land…
Thursday Limerick: After Easter
There once was a fellow named Greg, Who longed for a chocolate egg. He could not recall, Having eaten them all, And so he decided to beg.
Thursday Limerick: Religious Rabbit
There was a religious rabbit, Who decided to don a habit. Could a rabbit endure? The monks were not sure. But he soon was promoted to abbot.
Thursday Limerick: More Evidence that Lobsters are Jerks
There once was a lobster named Brad, Who decided that he would wear plaid. But his fellows mocked, And the lobster was shocked, And continued through life unclad. I don’t know why I am hating on lobsters this week. A lobster never once wronged me, aside from freaking me out slightly at the aquarium. MaybeContinue reading “Thursday Limerick: More Evidence that Lobsters are Jerks”
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Short Story: Lobsters are Jerks
This is my most realistic story. Lobster Harry was crammed into a tiny tank at the local Fresh Mart. He shared the already claustrophobic space with a dozen other lobsters. His claws were restrained with rubber bands. He was frightened and hungry and couldn’t stop thinking about his family. Back home on the reef, heContinue reading “Short Story: Lobsters are Jerks”
Thursday Limerick: The Skunk
When a skunk wanted to be alone, He put on some smelly cologne. While this rancid perfume, Did clear out the room, It’s not something I can condone.
Thursday Limerick: Not Ready for Clickbait
When the blogger decided to write, Outrage he hoped to incite. But the internet mob, Made him whimper and sob, And gave him a terrible fright.
Thursday Limerick: Don’t Go To This Restaurant
The tables were greasy with scum, And the undersides covered in gum. The owner was mean, And refused to clean, And he lived on a diet of rum.
The Fables of Para Sympan 