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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.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 1/20/2015 8:56:00 AM

Haha! This is a good limerick with a great last line – what every good limerick should end with. / M

Paul Schneiter
Date: 1/20/2015 11:17:00 AM

Thank you, Maurice. Your supportive comment tells me it's going to be a good day.

Jan Allison

Date: 1/18/2015 3:24:00 PM

OUCH!!! - oh Paul this is hilarious Hugs jan xxx

Paul Schneiter
Date: 1/18/2015 3:32:00 PM

Thank you, Jan. You're probably too kind to me, but don't I love it!