ML cleaning poetry by Rifleman
#12
Boone & Crockett
Joined: Apr 2007
Posts: 10,918
Likes: 1
From: River Ridge, LA (Suburb of New Orleans)
That's hilarious. The system blocks J-a-p. It's a sad state of touchy-feely.
For those unfamiliar with Haiku, it's a poem of 5-7-5 syllables that evokes an image.
For those unfamiliar with Haiku, it's a poem of 5-7-5 syllables that evokes an image.
Last edited by Semisane; 09-14-2012 at 09:09 AM.
#15
Typical Buck
Joined: Sep 2009
Posts: 921
Likes: 0
From: Kansas
#17
There once was an old man
That lived in the woods
He shot this old flintlock
And they say he was good
But because he would load
From the muzzle each time
He knew he must clean it
And with that he was fine.
He’d gather his patches
His rod and his bucket.
He fill it with water
Where the barrel, he’d chuck it.
With patience and love
He’d clean that old rifle
Using patches and ramrods
He’d push and he shove
Til finally the patches
All came out so clean
He’d then dry it and oil it
Getting just the right sheen
Then the old man would carefully
Place the gun back, where it laid
Admiring the wood
And the steel it displayed
And he’d sit in his house
This silly old coot
Knowing full well tomorrow
Again, he would shoot
That lived in the woods
He shot this old flintlock
And they say he was good
But because he would load
From the muzzle each time
He knew he must clean it
And with that he was fine.
He’d gather his patches
His rod and his bucket.
He fill it with water
Where the barrel, he’d chuck it.
With patience and love
He’d clean that old rifle
Using patches and ramrods
He’d push and he shove
Til finally the patches
All came out so clean
He’d then dry it and oil it
Getting just the right sheen
Then the old man would carefully
Place the gun back, where it laid
Admiring the wood
And the steel it displayed
And he’d sit in his house
This silly old coot
Knowing full well tomorrow
Again, he would shoot




