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Gm54-120 09-14-2012 04:11 AM

ML cleaning poetry by Rifleman
 
I found this while reading some old threads on MM.

There once was a man from Natucket
He cleaned all his guns in a bucket!
Dish soap and hot water
Oh what a bother!

Then one day he found
a gun by the sound
of things he could forego all the hassle!

Savage was the brand
and down to the man
they said cleaning was never a problem.

He bought two or three
and said with such glee
Now I can toss out my bucket!

Rifleman

Semisane 09-14-2012 07:10 AM

The Semisane response:

There once was a man who drank ale
While cleaning his guns in a pail
It’s no chore said he
As he drank up with glee
And GOEX shall always prevail

Semisane 09-14-2012 07:39 AM

Or maybe this:

If cleaning a gun is a chore
Which you can hardly endure
It’s probably true
It’s a Savage for you
But smokeless would just make me snore

sabotloader 09-14-2012 07:40 AM

GM

Why did I know that this was going to inspire Semi?

Gm54-120 09-14-2012 07:49 AM

I thought it might. :D

Semisane 09-14-2012 07:54 AM

One more:

What kind of lazy old bloke
Shoots a gun that doesn’t make smoke
He can’t stand the cleaning
And thinks it's demeaning
Though "smokeless" is just a sad joke

Semisane 09-14-2012 08:29 AM

I just can't help myself!

The cleaning he found quite foreboding
And wiping between each reloading
Bought a Savage he said
But what’s in his head?
Can it really be called muzzleloading?

cayugad 09-14-2012 08:30 AM

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

sabotloader 09-14-2012 08:32 AM

OMG! - you too Dave... Semi has an excuse - he is Semi Sane but you... you are a rock! rock solid! or maybe you are showing your 'Rock Star' side?

Semisane 09-14-2012 08:34 AM

EXCELLENT Cayugad! :party0005:

Semisane 09-14-2012 09:00 AM

And for those who appreciate the ***anese art of Haiku.

Warm is the water
The rod pumped with vigor
Now the bore sparkles

Semisane 09-14-2012 09:02 AM

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.

SecondChance 09-14-2012 09:18 AM

And I though that I was one with words!! You 2 are a hoot!!!!
I am not worthy, I am not worthy!!!! :hail::hail:

bronko22000 09-14-2012 10:17 AM

Now that was a fun reading thread. And it wasn't even off topic! Van and Dave my hats off to you for putting a smile on my face.

Josmund 09-14-2012 10:50 AM


Originally Posted by Semisane (Post 3977430)
And for those who appreciate the ***anese art of Haiku.

Warm is the water
The rod pumped with vigor
Now the bore sparkles

Who says BP shooters are not sophisticated.

Dutch 09-15-2012 07:24 AM

Hey Semi how about this?

Test my steady aim
Seek the bucket and patch
Fire my rifle true

Muley Hunter 09-15-2012 07:58 AM


Originally Posted by cayugad (Post 3977413)
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

I really like this. Did you write it?


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