The high road

[Workinonit Farm]

I'm more of the limerick type

There once was a man from Kent................

:secret: :secret:

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[Craig Miller]

I don't recall reading it before but I like it.

 

[Dave]

I'm more of the limerick type

There once was a man from Nantucket......

 

[cow pollinater]

I'm more of the limerick type

There once was a man from Nantucket......

Never heard that one Dave. How does the rest of it go?

 

[cow pollinater]

That's a good one Bigfoot.

 

[cow pollinater]

From the backwoods of Kentucky
came the fearsome bigfoot
he was covered in mud
that was darker than soot
we plucked him from his mudhole
and what did we find?
The kindest of natures
and a poets mind.

 

[Cross-7]

This discussion is too civil.
Where are the regular trouble makers ?

 

[cowgirl8]

op: :lol:

 

[Bigfoot]

From the backwoods of Kentucky
came the fearsome bigfoot
he was covered in mud
that was darker than soot
we plucked him from his mudhole
and what did we find?
The kindest of natures
and a poets mind.

Dang, I bet you got one or two to share.

 

[ALACOWMAN]

Dr. Deleto was here

 

[ALACOWMAN]

From the backwoods of Kentucky
came the fearsome bigfoot
he was covered in mud
that was darker than soot
we plucked him from his mudhole
and what did we find?
The kindest of natures
and a poets mind.

Dang, I bet you got one or two to share.

He does he's pretty good at it.... Im a fan of cowboy poetry....last one I went to the fellers mustache was so long,you couldn't see his mouth move... :cowboy:

 

[Boot Jack Bulls]

Little known facts about Bigfoot--------I write poetry.

Give us a sample. I used to enjoy reading some poetry but haven't for years.

Pretty sure I've posted this one before

I had retired an old rope horse. He wasn't completely played out, but I had several colts going, and I wanted to finish them. My youngest daughter wanted to start roping, so I got him out one afternoon, and passed him on to her


He looked at the tack with an inquisitive eye
Kinda stood back today, must have been shy

Two long years he'd been kicked out on grass
After today there'd be no more free pass

The pad, the bit, they'd lost their familiar smell
Would he remember the routine, only time would tell

Front gert, then back all screwed down tight
Took that old chain bit like he'd done all his life

Left foot in the stirrup, leg up an over, then hunt for the right
Never a step, he wasn't even tight

Retirement is over, there is a new job to do
A little red headed girl has plans for you

When the buckles she's won are tarnished and green
They'll still shine bright in an old man's dreams.

BF, do you mind if I print this off to use for some keepsakes for my daughter? This very much reminds me of when a certain old gelding was handed off to me and now of the gelding my daughter has "stolen" from me...Very Cool!

 

[cow pollinater]

From the backwoods of Kentucky
came the fearsome bigfoot
he was covered in mud
that was darker than soot
we plucked him from his mudhole
and what did we find?
The kindest of natures
and a poets mind.

Dang, I bet you got one or two to share.

I wore myself out with this literary masterpiece. :lol: I haven't written anything else for quite a while.

 

[Bigfoot]

Give us a sample. I used to enjoy reading some poetry but haven't for years.

Pretty sure I've posted this one before

I had retired an old rope horse. He wasn't completely played out, but I had several colts going, and I wanted to finish them. My youngest daughter wanted to start roping, so I got him out one afternoon, and passed him on to her


He looked at the tack with an inquisitive eye
Kinda stood back today, must have been shy

Two long years he'd been kicked out on grass
After today there'd be no more free pass

The pad, the bit, they'd lost their familiar smell
Would he remember the routine, only time would tell

Front gert, then back all screwed down tight
Took that old chain bit like he'd done all his life

Left foot in the stirrup, leg up an over, then hunt for the right
Never a step, he wasn't even tight

Retirement is over, there is a new job to do
A little red headed girl has plans for you

When the buckles she's won are tarnished and green
They'll still shine bright in an old man's dreams.

BF, do you mind if I print this off to use for some keepsakes for my daughter? This very much reminds me of when a certain old gelding was handed off to me and now of the gelding my daughter has "stolen" from me...Very Cool!

That's fine. Change it if you'd like.

 

[HDRider]

Is poetry a dying art form?

It was taught in elementary school back in the day. Not much during my son's generation.

I beilive that modernocity (made that word up) is quelching man's creative spirit

I think it it is alive and well. It takes the form of songs now. I think there is even more poetry today, more good and a lot more bad,

 

[Caustic Burno]

Prefer my poetry in iambic pentameter
:bs:

 

[melking]

Little known facts about Bigfoot--------I write poetry.

Give us a sample. I used to enjoy reading some poetry but haven't for years.

Pretty sure I've posted this one before

I had retired an old rope horse. He wasn't completely played out, but I had several colts going, and I wanted to finish them. My youngest daughter wanted to start roping, so I got him out one afternoon, and passed him on to her


He looked at the tack with an inquisitive eye
Kinda stood back today, must have been shy

Two long years he'd been kicked out on grass
After today there'd be no more free pass

The pad, the bit, they'd lost their familiar smell
Would he remember the routine, only time would tell

Front gert, then back all screwed down tight
Took that old chain bit like he'd done all his life

Left foot in the stirrup, leg up an over, then hunt for the right
Never a step, he wasn't even tight

Retirement is over, there is a new job to do
A little red headed girl has plans for you

When the buckles she's won are tarnished and green
They'll still shine bright in an old man's dreams.

Very well done. I like it a lot.