ML cleaning poetry by Rifleman
09-14-2012, 04:11 AM
#1
Giant Nontypical
Thread Starter
Join Date: Mar 2010
Posts: 5,605
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
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
09-14-2012, 07:54 AM
#6
Boone & Crockett
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: River Ridge, LA (Suburb of New Orleans)
Posts: 10,917
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
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
Last edited by Semisane; 09-14-2012 at 08:03 AM.
09-14-2012, 08:29 AM
#7
Boone & Crockett
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: River Ridge, LA (Suburb of New Orleans)
Posts: 10,917
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?
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?
09-14-2012, 08:30 AM
#8
Dominant Buck
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Wisconsin
Posts: 21,193
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
