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Sawbones Behest

He rode a trail from out west. Twas at the sawbone's behest. As he turned southeast, Ran into Cochise. So, now He's Mincemeat, They said.

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Date: 8/21/2023 5:21:00 PM

Fun one great end line

R J. Elless
Date: 8/22/2023 10:58:00 AM

Thank You, Andrea. Stay Creative.

Date: 8/21/2023 6:43:00 AM

Thank You, Ink E. It is amazing. Some of the things we come up with. Have a Great Day.

Date: 8/19/2023 7:43:00 AM

This is an excellent limerick. Very unique rhymes here i enjoyed reading this

Date: 8/9/2023 7:26:00 PM

No words minced here. Graphic!

R J. Elless
Date: 8/10/2023 7:50:00 AM

Gershon, thank You. That is so ironic. I nearly wrote, And now He's mincemeat they said. Cochise, Mincemeat.Great Minds, Think Alike. Keep Rolling.

Date: 8/8/2023 1:31:00 PM

Whoa!! Poor chap. Sad outcome for one cowpoke. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara

R J. Elless
Date: 8/8/2023 1:57:00 PM

Thank You, Sara. My pleasure. Have a Great Day.