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Billy Carter Beer

Billy Carter was a sluggard I hear

   His kinfolk he did not always endear

      He embarrassed his brother

         And mortified his mother

            He cared not one whit as he nursed his beer!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Collins Avatar
September 30, 2012 at 7:37 AM
Good ole boy! Gotta love him.
Duncan Avatar
September 29, 2012 at 5:18 PM
I remember that beer brother,,,, I seen someone trying to sell it to the pawn shop show last year. No sell ;} I like this write of yours though,,,, you have a awesome weekend Robert.
Wesley Avatar
September 22, 2012 at 8:34 PM
Maybe nothing matters when you are sipping a great beer; brothers and mothers might well fade in importance when liquid delirium is trickling down one's throat. BTW, is this the presidents' brother? Teehee! :)
Kendrick Avatar
September 19, 2012 at 2:12 PM
Bad boy and good boy..What is a mother to do?.. At least Mrs. Carter had two sons and at least one was a decent person..Enjoyed reading your work.>Excellent as always..Thanks for stopping by..Your review is always uplifting..Sara
Carrillo Avatar
September 19, 2012 at 2:00 PM
Robert; this is the truth. He did just that. I wonder what happened to him? Thanks for sharing. Lucilla
Horne Avatar
September 19, 2012 at 10:56 AM
lol, thanks for a chuckle, Bob. Thanks also for your kind thoughts
Dietrich Avatar
September 19, 2012 at 7:48 AM
Good one, Robert. Is this guy related to Jimmy? heehee.
Pettit Avatar
September 16, 2012 at 6:25 PM
I never tried the stuff. It wasn't very long after it hit the stores around here that it was no longer available. Those who tried it said I wasn't missing anything. Good poem as usual Bob.
Song Avatar
September 16, 2012 at 4:50 PM
Really?...the peanut farmer was also a drunkard?.....peanut beer I suppose?...hahah You make me smile every time I come over here to read your work!! ps...didn't get to go to Dayton did ya...I was wondering if Curtis visited here too?...I gave him our number...Roger and I would have entertained him and Ruth....hmmmm?
Onclaud Avatar
September 16, 2012 at 11:48 AM
a fine toast to laughter, robert... your wit mystifies!... there you go, officer!.. funny write on family relations..: congrats too on your acrostic win!,,:) huggs!
Nickle Read Avatar
September 15, 2012 at 11:14 AM
I've always liked a good limerick, and I love this one, funny words. Read.
Macfarlane Avatar
September 15, 2012 at 4:13 AM
Bottoms up to you Bob on an awesome limerick. Hugs
Sweetheart Avatar
September 14, 2012 at 11:19 PM
and I so remember this as if yesterday Bob .. your wors electrify the eyes recalling this event as a new election draws nigh luv .. hope u and Vera r well .. go Peyton ..
Andresen Avatar
September 14, 2012 at 1:29 AM
Lift my glass and laughing - well written Bob. ;) Have a great Friday and wonderful weekend. - Oxox love Anne-Lise :)
A   Avatar
September 13, 2012 at 10:11 PM
Hello Bob H., enjoyed reading your limerick..pd
O'Leary Avatar
September 13, 2012 at 8:01 PM
Funny! Terry
Bauer Avatar
September 13, 2012 at 6:03 PM
very funny! i remember billy carter and how embarrassing he was to jimmy. this is a fun limerick, bob! nice one!
Sivey Avatar
September 13, 2012 at 4:00 PM
This one is quite funny my friend! I just love the hilarity of it! You've put together a masterful poem Robert! I love this piece, Great work!!
Johnson Avatar
September 13, 2012 at 3:45 PM
Beer makes me burp. On a hot summer slurp. The first one goes fast. Wasn't meant to last. I knew a man who liked a beer float. Don't look at me, I'm just making a note. God rest his soul, he died of diabete's. I guess he should of just eaten his wheaties.
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September 13, 2012 at 3:41 PM
I remember billy. Wonder if he's still around?
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