Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Limerick

Bow-Legged Myers

There was once an old cowpoke named Myers

   So bow-legged he looked like a pliers

      In order to straddle

         Himself in the saddle

            He needed block and tackle suppliers

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Gershon Wolf September 1, 2020 at 7:47 PM This is HILARIOUS, Bob. That line about the pliers has got me howling... Rode a horse once... Didn't sit down for a week. ~ Bowed and Bow-legged, Gershon Robert L. Hinshaw September 2, 2020 at 9:50 AM Glad it gave you a laff, Gershon - we all could use a laff these days. I feel more comfortable nowadays with the horses up front in my car doing the work and riding in a comfortable seat! Press on, my friend!

Carolyn Devonshire August 30, 2020 at 11:05 AM Pure wit!! Love the thought of poor Myers looking like pliers. Great punch line at the end too! Best wishes in Tania's contest, Bob. Hugs, Carolyn

Lindsay Laurie August 29, 2020 at 6:03 PM G’day Bob … those cowboys like Myers with bow legs could never catch a greasy pig, could they - thanks again for a giggle Bob - Lindsay Robert L. Hinshaw August 30, 2020 at 9:53 AM G'Day, Lindsay. l That would be a sight to see of old Myers trying to nab a greased pig! Glad the write gave you a laff and as always thanks for taking time to comment. Good on ye, Mate - Bob