That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for March 14, 2024

My original post in 2019:

Next stop: the mattress factory

/// Ella’s pony hauls A Load of Hay

plus her son on top. (What does he weigh?)

Ella, young, big and strong,

slowly trudges along.

She could ride, but the pony said, “Neigh.”

Hey, Mario, I got the weed that you asked for.

My original comment: Jeff, who fell asleep in the haystack, is now being taken to the mill.

the worst baby carriage ever!

The horse is thinking At least I’m bringing along enough food for the trip.

The artist saw fit to portray/

Serafina back in her “hay day”../

She was blithe, she was gay – /

But it pains one to say/

That she was no longer looks that way..///

Her horse, on the other hand/

Finds itself in constant demand/

For I’ve recently read/

That he plays Mister Ed/

In a place they call TV Land.

Oops! Forgot the milk!!

No, you may not smoke while we are traveling.

Is it even possible to get onto a hay stack like that?

Constable rejected this idea in favour of the one we all know and love.

“My Pillow” pays big for this stuff.

Estelle was going to have that roll in the hay, by whatever means necessary.

“Not that kind of bale. I meant you need to bring dough.”

“Great. Now I have to go to the baker.”

They arrested me and they put me in jail. And called my pappy to throw my bail. And he said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’ If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot… Rod… Lincoln!”

“We’re gonna have to send somebody back to get a whole ####load of stamps!”

[To post that bale —) ]

Did she feel any twinge of remorse/

At her unwonted use of force?/

In spite of the load/

She’d been free with the goad:/

Thus a hernia ruined her horse.

“But my friends on “Truth social” say it’s going to take some serious hay for him to make bail, and I said I’d be happy to donate what I could."

A Load of Hay: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:1870 oil on canvas paintings in the United Kingdom" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Henzell, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is also shown by merely clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s THROWBACK THURSDAY: MASTERPIECE #2303 (10/9/19) (March 13, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment. I have added a comment and reply there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, only work by him used here (2 times total, including this Throwback Thursday repeat), the October 9, 2019, strip being its first use.

Going to market on hayday/dreaming of a big payday/but her horse did balk/and refused to walk/so the lad sent out a cry of Mayday.

“Psssst! Mary-Sue! She’s not looking now so jump out and she won’t see you’ve been with me.”

Little Boy Blue, upon waking, looking for his horn to alert the woman he had been scooped up with the load of hay.

That kid on the heap is her herald:/

He’s up there to tell the world/

That “Ella is here!”/

But he never makes clear/

That THIS Ella isn’t Fitzgerald..

I applaud the effort, but that’s not an actual ‘bail’ (bale) of hay. More like a ‘rick’ as it’s just stacked on the wagon with nothing to hold it together but gravity.

They gather from miles around/

To enjoy the famed Fitzgerald sound/

But they exit in haste:

With a sneer of distaste/

When this mound is all they have found .

“A Load of Hay,” 1870

No doubt this would be un-PC today, but it reminds me of the old joke….

What did the gay horse say when walking by?

HaaaaaaaaaaY!

HEY, lady i want to eat this hay not pull it!

Some comments from the previous 10/9/19 posting:

gopher gofer: meg was always well prepared and ready for a roll in the hay…

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WoodstockJack: What are those things she has on her feet?

OMG! Those ARE her feet!

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Plods with …™: Gotta bail (sic) the hay first.

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J Short: Hoping someone would ask “How about a roll in the hay?”; Meg always kept a healthy supply on hand.

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garcoa: Halfway there she bailed out? Or baled out?

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Bookworm: “Just find your pants before we get to the barn.”

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Huckleberry Hiroshima: “Hey Needle, you still up there? They’ll soon be looking for you.”

MS72: Best name for a dagger/sword. Learned it on GoT.

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Linguist: Bridey Bailey bringing a bulky bale of barley bound for Barnabee’s barn.

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cheap_day_return: The kid was the crowning touch. No one would guess Meg was taking a hundred pounds of cocaine across the border every day.

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Sorry. No Call me Ishmael sighting.

Thanks, RB! Slightly before my time? Or did I take the day off…