Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Limerick

Corn Squeezin's

In the hills lived a bootlegger named Hughes

   Who 'stilled corn squeezin's you couldn't refuse

      He was one lucky bloke

         'Til the law saw the smoke

            He now lives in the pen for peddlin' booze

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Robert Pettit January 6, 2012 at 8:45 PM To jail he did resign, for pushin' that moonshine! Another great limerick, Bob.

Kalle Haas August 27, 2011 at 4:49 PM A lovely limericks you have beautifully put together here. Enjoyed reading it.

Poet Destroyer A August 26, 2011 at 10:56 PM wow! Bob H., you truly have a way with limericks.. and hope he has plenty of corn to get out... thanks for the smiles,..p.d.

Gwendolen Song August 19, 2011 at 8:55 PM I haven't heard the word BLOKE since Mary Poppins, Bob. chiminey song....remember? Love the syntax here. Fun story with a lesson attached. Don't ferment and light up. Gwendolen

Doris Culverhouse August 19, 2011 at 6:32 PM enjoyed reading your amusing tale of fermentation.

Elizabeth Wesley August 19, 2011 at 3:00 PM And I'll never lose, reading your news; your witty rhyme, brings smiles all the time, and provides needed clues! You bring smiles dear Bob.

Nette Onclaud August 19, 2011 at 2:01 PM oh my gas, robert.. there you go again!.. fun, fun!! winning wishes..:) huggs, nette

Kash Poet August 19, 2011 at 1:26 PM Very wity Limerick here Bob.Enjoyed.Best wishes if for any contest.

James Foulk August 18, 2011 at 10:57 PM Bob where do you come up with this stuff. this was so funny it made my day. you do have wonderful gift for bringing smiles to people. you know it is a shame that we can't get together you and your wife and my wife and me, i mean we live what 90 miles or less for each other. or one hour away.

Andrea Dietrich August 18, 2011 at 12:37 AM very cute limerick AND title!

Caryl Muzzey August 17, 2011 at 9:21 PM A wonderful write Bob, I wonder if they may have had some "Possum Stew" with that? Great write, I enjoyed the read~ Caryl

Carrie Richards August 17, 2011 at 8:58 PM Just betcha that corn lickor was mighty powerful stuff!! tee hee!

Dr.Ram Mehta August 17, 2011 at 8:20 PM I much appreciate the way you have created humor, Bob

Russell Sivey August 17, 2011 at 8:03 PM Ah, ha ha! That is one humorous poem! I actually laughed out loud(lol)! I wonder if much of that is still goin' on in the hills of Kentucky? Thanks for sharing the funny write!!

Judy Ball August 17, 2011 at 7:04 PM Great job here my friend and it reminds me of some of my relatives too. God Bles, JB

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 17, 2011 at 6:51 PM moonshine fun Bob .. a clever Limerick for the entertaining of us all my friend.. now where is this place luv?

Carolyn Devonshire August 17, 2011 at 6:28 PM LOL Very funny, Bob. Love your sense of humor. I didn't even know moonshine was made from corn. Love from your (former Yankee) friend, Carolyn (You might get a kick out of Ode to the Toad in my Commode)