Manhandled

There was a gunslinger with a quick trigger.
Folks nicknamed him the town’s grave digger.
One day while setting his watch
He shot himself in the crotch.
Now he is noticeably missing his vigor.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Rigoler Avatar
January 20, 2015 at 8:56 AM
Haha! This is a good limerick with a great last line – what every good limerick should end with. / M
Schneiter Avatar
January 20, 2015 at 11:17 AM
Thank you, Maurice. Your supportive comment tells me it's going to be a good day.
Allison Avatar
January 18, 2015 at 3:24 PM
OUCH!!! - oh Paul this is hilarious Hugs jan xxx
Schneiter Avatar
January 18, 2015 at 3:32 PM
Thank you, Jan. You're probably too kind to me, but don't I love it!
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