Local paper has a hunting/fishing columnist who is interesting writing about his adventures and town history. Once a year his wife writes a humorous column about him on Father’s Day.
I saddled Ol’ Duff and rode out to do battleWith dogies and steers and other wild cattleAnd my wife’s response, “Be done with your prattle—It stinks worse than the seat of your saddle!!”
Some of the best cowboys became those old barfly duffers sitting on the western tavern porches. Chill Wills, Gabby Hayes, and Smiley Burnette were tweeners.
ᴮᴼᴿᴱᴰ2ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ almost 2 years ago
he’s still quite the charmer
he manages, somehow
to keep his good humor
despite marrying a sow
Ratkin Premium Member almost 2 years ago
He spurred her to give it a shot.
Templo S.U.D. almost 2 years ago
hardy-har-har, Opal
Cornelius Noodleman almost 2 years ago
No spurs no jingle jangle.
Kwen almost 2 years ago
The beginning of last verse had me worried…
PraiseofFolly almost 2 years ago
And if Earl dared to counter:
“My gal rides side-saddle / And although she denies
It’s ‘cause over the years / She’s developed fat thighs!”
sandpiper almost 2 years ago
As a kid she probably popped bubba’s balloons
MayCauseBurns almost 2 years ago
How do you annoy a poet? Be another poet.
jagedlo almost 2 years ago
It wouldn’t be half as annoying if she didn’t have that happy look on her face!
trainnut1956 almost 2 years ago
Cowboy poet: Oh give me mah boots an’ mah saddle… Audience: Oh! Give me ear plugs for my head!
goboboyd almost 2 years ago
Now now. It’s one of those fancy reclinin’ saddles. Massages the the critter at the same time. Not that they really care for it.
NeedaChuckle Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Local paper has a hunting/fishing columnist who is interesting writing about his adventures and town history. Once a year his wife writes a humorous column about him on Father’s Day.
ChristineMurphy almost 2 years ago
My first laugh-out-loud of the day, and that doesn’t happen often.
ksu71 almost 2 years ago
She needs one more line.
Burma-Shave
Judy Hendrickson [Unnamed Reader - 852856] almost 2 years ago
Oooooooo opal!!!
Spacetech almost 2 years ago
Though his prose may seem witty, It seems he is only looking for pity..
brick10 almost 2 years ago
Doggerel – poetry that is irregular in rhythm and in rhyme, often deliberately for burlesque or comic effect
Duane Ott almost 2 years ago
I saddled Ol’ Duff and rode out to do battleWith dogies and steers and other wild cattleAnd my wife’s response, “Be done with your prattle—It stinks worse than the seat of your saddle!!”
ladykat almost 2 years ago
Good one, Opal!
tremaine53 almost 2 years ago
“And he’s married to a dumpy wife, who does her best to wreck his life!”
Zebrastripes almost 2 years ago
Can’t wait til tomorrows strip! LOL‼️☺️
ANIMAL almost 2 years ago
You can ALWAYS count on Opal to ruin the mood…..
zeexenon almost 2 years ago
Some of the best cowboys became those old barfly duffers sitting on the western tavern porches. Chill Wills, Gabby Hayes, and Smiley Burnette were tweeners.
Sir Isaac almost 2 years ago
I’ve heard that song about Buffalo Rome but never could find it on the map.
donwestonmysteries almost 2 years ago
Well, that’s where writers get it done.
RDerekGrier almost 2 years ago
Stay tuned, Earl going to go on the defensive
carlsonbob almost 2 years ago
He’s a cowboy at heart, or so he’d brag, too bad he married, such an insufferable nag.
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace almost 2 years ago
A cowboy’s a mindset,
No cattle required,
Earl’s somewhat like thet,
As a poet inspired
Mopman almost 2 years ago
He talked about writing cowboy poetry for one strip and then just went on to other things. Where’s the poetry?
wiatr almost 2 years ago
It’s been quite a long time since I last sat astride a horse but I still like watching Westerns.
Chris almost 2 years ago
love it! :D
Jaime Jean M almost 2 years ago
Here’s som ChatGPT-generated cowboy poetry. Opal’s much better.
“The Lone Rider”
Ridin’ through the dusty plains,With the wind in my hair,My trusty steed by my side,And my hat tipped low, I stare.
The sun beats down on my back,As I make my way alone,Through the vast and endless land,That I call my home.
I’ve got a gun by my side,And a heart full of pride,I’m a cowboy, through and through,Ridin’ free, with nothin’ to hide.
I’ll sing my songs ‘round the campfire,And tell my tales with glee,For I am the lone rider,And the wild west is where I’ll be.
As the stars come out above,And the moon lights up the night,I’ll ride off into the distance,With the wind in my eyes, and my heart full of fight.
For I am the cowboy,The lone rider on the range,With my horse and my hat,And my spirit free, I’ll never change.