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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required James Hinkshaw There once was a man named James Hinkshaw. Who planned to go to town for a jigsaw. He had hick-saws and jinx-saws He even had a wink-saw. But no penny-whinny jigsaw— He loved riding to town in his rickshaw. Once he drove there to buy his new jigsaw. His new rickshaw broke down. He was not yet in town. So, he walked there with hacksaw and jinx-saw. It was a long day for James Hinkshaw. He walked into town with no rickshaw. As he went on his way, A bear started a fray. So he killed the old bear with his hacksaw. There, alone on the road was James Hinkshaw. And the bear butchered there with his hacksaw. Oh, what could he do? He felt sure no one knew. He was there with dead bear but no rickshaw. Poor old James had not made it to town. And the sun was about to go down. When he knelt there to pray, A peddler came his way. And sold poor old James Hinkshaw a jigsaw. James Hinkshaw then had a new jigsaw. To add to his hick-saws, and winks-saw… He needed to go home. In the dark, he could not roam. What would happen to weary James Hinkshaw? The peddler who sold James the jigsaw, Gladly drove him back to the rickshaw. In exchange for bear meat, He let James rest his feet. Toeing home, James Hinkshaw and his rickshaw. DEDICATED to my grandfather, who would never say, “Pudding & Taine…ask me again and I'll tell you the same” He, instead would laugh and rapidly say, “James-John-Hinksaw-Winksaw-Penny-Winny-Jinksaw!” (Of course, this was Not his name) LOL His imagination and mine are now joined…again. SMILES. I love you, Granddad! © © Dane Smith-Johnsen February 21, 2010 Poetic form: Limerick: a story series
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