The blacksmith puts shoes on a horse / by hammering nails with great force. / True, he could manage to / stick a shoe on with glue, / except for the glue’s equine source.
“If I had a hammer,” the old blacksmith rumbled.. “But you do have a hammer, boss..” replied his young apprentice, Woody. And suddenly, musical lightning struck – for it was morning….And perhaps there could be freedom, and justice, all over this land…but the love between his brothers and his sisters might take a while…
I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by this artist used here.
Said the farrier to the furrier / “can you please go a little bit ‘hurrier’?”/ Said the furrier “Sorry- you must take it to Maury/ – thus making the Maury..er..the merrier?” / Not much later, the ferry was closed/ and the ferryman indisposed/ so they sallied together/ into inclement weather/and three of them all got hosed./ At this point there entered the horse/ who’d listened to the silly discourse/ and he (Dios mio!)/informed the hosed trio/ he was seeking legal recourse…as through the court system it reels/ through one hundred and seven appeals/ when it reaches “Supreme”/ the Court (now extreme)/ will divide into fetlocks and heels../ and since it’s an equine case/ and therefore an issue of “race”/ the Court will decide/ all four to deride/ and teach them to “ know their place”.
Melodrama I did once, “Song of the Lone Prairie, or, Poem on the Range,” featured a blacksmith named Charlene Atlas. I got to wondering, if the hero and heroine got married and had a baby, and Charlene sponsored it at its baptism, would she be its farrier godmother?
This horse was a spy’s message carrier, / who needed to sneak past a barrier. / At the border he trod, / stealthy. Shoddily shod / by that feckless inferior farrier. /// At the worst time, the horseshoe came loose. / and the noises it caused were profuse. / The horse saved the day / limping back from the fray, / thereby saving the spy from the noose.
When it’s “Priceless”-less Saturday/ and the blacksmith has gone away/ I turn to The Times/ where are headlined the crimes/ of “democracy” in disarray…as my pupils dilate with fright/ at the thought of the nation’s plight/ my mind leaps ahead/ with a good bit less dread/ to the challenge of Sunday night…
He’s the “podiatrist of the track”./ He toils amid anvil and tack./ His home is a palace/ built on bunion and callus/ and his diligence never grows slack/// ‘Neath no chestnut tree doth he stand/ and his arms are more like rubber bands/ than Longfellow’s fellow’s/ and the kid at the bellows/ is making unseemly demands../// The romance of the smithy is gone:/ of his bankers this smith is the pawn./ The horse thinks it’s funny/ that it’s all about money/ but the blacksmith is overdrawn…
He’s taken an online course/ on the art of shoeing a horse/ but it’s harder to sink/ that nail than you think/ it depends on finesse – not on force. /// If the nail isn’t properly placed/ and the hoof is in fact defaced/ it’s a costly mistake/ that you hope you don’t make/ for the whole damned horse must be replaced !
Every blacksmith needs iron, of course. / What do do, when he’s lost his best source? / Well, when naught else remains / he melts down supply chains, / forming shoes (iron “U”s) for a horse.
On a wall, when you hang horseshoes up, / it is said to envision a cup. / So good luck will flow in, / not pour out. What a sin / to have fortune run off— giddyap.
I oughtn’t be reading so late / But these comments served up such a spate / Of swift sparkling mots, / I can’t get no repose / Without cheering you on. These are great! :-)
BE THIS GUY about 3 years ago
“And that’s when I lost my left thumb.”
Solstice*1947 about 3 years ago
The blacksmith puts shoes on a horse / by hammering nails with great force. / True, he could manage to / stick a shoe on with glue, / except for the glue’s equine source.
Say What Now‽ Premium Member about 3 years ago
“When I nod my head, you hit it.”
rmremail about 3 years ago
Whenever Peter was working old Blind Bill, he always made sure to wear protection.
Solstice*1947 about 3 years ago
Apprentice: Careful with that hammer!! I lost a fingernail last time.
Smithy: So what?
Apprentice: For the want of a nail, the scratch was lost; for the want of a scratch the lottery prize was lost; for the want of a prize …
ronaldspence about 3 years ago
Did you know the warranty on uour horse is about to expire?
orinoco womble about 3 years ago
Fet Locker. I like it!
Buzzworld about 3 years ago
“Try not to hit yourself in the nuts again.”
Helen Ferrieux about 3 years ago
Well, your réflexes are fine.
P51Strega about 3 years ago
He swung the hammer down but missed the shoe nail and instead hit Clydesnail.
gopher gofer about 3 years ago
when your only tool is a hammer you whack the hell out of everything…
Reader about 3 years ago
Forging ahead with the newest line dance.
lagoulou about 3 years ago
Is that Maxwell’s Silver Hammer?
Call me Ishmael about 3 years ago
kwardecke Premium Member about 3 years ago
The old blacksmith was known around town as “wee willy whacker” and his apprentice as “numb nuts”
Jeffin Premium Member about 3 years ago
Tack-y.
[Traveler] Premium Member about 3 years ago
If you’re man enough to hold it, I’m man enough to hit it!
DM2860 about 3 years ago
If that smith misses, his co-worker better have a cup a lot strong than a red Solo cup.
Indianapolis Smith about 3 years ago
“No. These don’t fit either. Take them off.”
Rev Phnk Ey about 3 years ago
So who’s a horse’s ass! I’ll show you who’s a horses’s ass!
Another Take about 3 years ago
It was Flat-Fingered Freddy’s job to hold the horseshoe in place while Blind Man Bob tried to nail it in place.
The Wolf In Your Midst about 3 years ago
“I can’t get this thing back in my pants, Earl.”
“I can help!”
MuddyUSA Premium Member about 3 years ago
Just don’t hit my thumb!
Linguist about 3 years ago
The horse is wondering how it can pull off a twofer – biting one and kicking the other, simultaneously!
Bilan about 3 years ago
The horse is thinking: Stupid humans! I keep telling them it’s the left shoe.
mabrndt Premium Member about 3 years ago
A farrier near a forge:
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bonnefond-Blacksmith.jpg
has info and links that point to more info about this painting. File history has the strip coloration image.
Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at
http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/10/masterpiece-2813.html
I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by this artist used here.
Call me Ishmael about 3 years ago
Said the farrier to the furrier / “can you please go a little bit ‘hurrier’?”/ Said the furrier “Sorry- you must take it to Maury/ – thus making the Maury..er..the merrier?” / Not much later, the ferry was closed/ and the ferryman indisposed/ so they sallied together/ into inclement weather/and three of them all got hosed./ At this point there entered the horse/ who’d listened to the silly discourse/ and he (Dios mio!)/informed the hosed trio/ he was seeking legal recourse…as through the court system it reels/ through one hundred and seven appeals/ when it reaches “Supreme”/ the Court (now extreme)/ will divide into fetlocks and heels../ and since it’s an equine case/ and therefore an issue of “race”/ the Court will decide/ all four to deride/ and teach them to “ know their place”.
sparklite about 3 years ago
In a precursor to rock/paper/scissors, members of the local horse thief gang play hammer/hand/wrist.
Hammer breaks wrist/wrist tells other hand/hand strangles hammerer.
gcarlson about 3 years ago
Melodrama I did once, “Song of the Lone Prairie, or, Poem on the Range,” featured a blacksmith named Charlene Atlas. I got to wondering, if the hero and heroine got married and had a baby, and Charlene sponsored it at its baptism, would she be its farrier godmother?
d1234dick Premium Member about 3 years ago
Bob in red vest is helping Ned get rid of a 2 day Priapism, it hurts Ned either way.
Boise Ed Premium Member about 3 years ago
Fet Locker! I love it1
Solstice*1947 about 3 years ago
This horse was a spy’s message carrier, / who needed to sneak past a barrier. / At the border he trod, / stealthy. Shoddily shod / by that feckless inferior farrier. /// At the worst time, the horseshoe came loose. / and the noises it caused were profuse. / The horse saved the day / limping back from the fray, / thereby saving the spy from the noose.
Call me Ishmael about 3 years ago
When it’s “Priceless”-less Saturday/ and the blacksmith has gone away/ I turn to The Times/ where are headlined the crimes/ of “democracy” in disarray…as my pupils dilate with fright/ at the thought of the nation’s plight/ my mind leaps ahead/ with a good bit less dread/ to the challenge of Sunday night…
Call me Ishmael about 3 years ago
He’s the “podiatrist of the track”./ He toils amid anvil and tack./ His home is a palace/ built on bunion and callus/ and his diligence never grows slack/// ‘Neath no chestnut tree doth he stand/ and his arms are more like rubber bands/ than Longfellow’s fellow’s/ and the kid at the bellows/ is making unseemly demands../// The romance of the smithy is gone:/ of his bankers this smith is the pawn./ The horse thinks it’s funny/ that it’s all about money/ but the blacksmith is overdrawn…
Call me Ishmael about 3 years ago
He’s taken an online course/ on the art of shoeing a horse/ but it’s harder to sink/ that nail than you think/ it depends on finesse – not on force. /// If the nail isn’t properly placed/ and the hoof is in fact defaced/ it’s a costly mistake/ that you hope you don’t make/ for the whole damned horse must be replaced !
harebell about 3 years ago
And here I thought Saturday would be Price – less. Thanks, Ish!
Running Buffalo Premium Member about 3 years ago
One night of sin, one lifetime of debt! How was I to know she was a billiards shark! Now I have to do whatever she requests!
Solstice*1947 about 3 years ago
Every blacksmith needs iron, of course. / What do do, when he’s lost his best source? / Well, when naught else remains / he melts down supply chains, / forming shoes (iron “U”s) for a horse.
Solstice*1947 about 3 years ago
On a wall, when you hang horseshoes up, / it is said to envision a cup. / So good luck will flow in, / not pour out. What a sin / to have fortune run off— giddyap.
JH&Cats about 3 years ago
I oughtn’t be reading so late / But these comments served up such a spate / Of swift sparkling mots, / I can’t get no repose / Without cheering you on. These are great! :-)