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.
ꜝ over 1 year ago
he’s still quite the charmer
he manages, somehow
to keep his good humor
despite marrying a sow
Ratkin Premium Member over 1 year ago
He spurred her to give it a shot.
Templo S.U.D. over 1 year ago
hardy-har-har, Opal
Cornelius Noodleman over 1 year ago
No spurs no jingle jangle.
Kwen over 1 year ago
The beginning of last verse had me worried…
PraiseofFolly over 1 year 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 over 1 year ago
As a kid she probably popped bubba’s balloons
MayCauseBurns over 1 year ago
How do you annoy a poet? Be another poet.
jagedlo over 1 year ago
It wouldn’t be half as annoying if she didn’t have that happy look on her face!
trainnut1956 over 1 year ago
Cowboy poet: Oh give me mah boots an’ mah saddle… Audience: Oh! Give me ear plugs for my head!
goboboyd over 1 year 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 over 1 year 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 over 1 year ago
My first laugh-out-loud of the day, and that doesn’t happen often.
ksu71 over 1 year ago
She needs one more line.
Burma-Shave
Judy Hendrickson [Unnamed Reader - 852856] over 1 year ago
Oooooooo opal!!!
Spacetech over 1 year ago
Though his prose may seem witty, It seems he is only looking for pity..
brick10 over 1 year ago
Doggerel – poetry that is irregular in rhythm and in rhyme, often deliberately for burlesque or comic effect
Duane Ott over 1 year 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 over 1 year ago
Good one, Opal!
tremaine53 over 1 year ago
“And he’s married to a dumpy wife, who does her best to wreck his life!”
Zebrastripes over 1 year ago
Can’t wait til tomorrows strip! LOL‼️☺️
ANIMAL over 1 year ago
You can ALWAYS count on Opal to ruin the mood…..
zeexenon over 1 year 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 over 1 year ago
I’ve heard that song about Buffalo Rome but never could find it on the map.
donwestonmysteries over 1 year ago
Well, that’s where writers get it done.
RDerekGrier over 1 year ago
Stay tuned, Earl going to go on the defensive
carlsonbob over 1 year ago
He’s a cowboy at heart, or so he’d brag, too bad he married, such an insufferable nag.
David Huie Green AmericaIsGreatItHasUs over 1 year ago
A cowboy’s a mindset,
No cattle required,
Earl’s somewhat like thet,
As a poet inspired
Mopman over 1 year ago
He talked about writing cowboy poetry for one strip and then just went on to other things. Where’s the poetry?
wiatr over 1 year ago
It’s been quite a long time since I last sat astride a horse but I still like watching Westerns.
Chris over 1 year ago
love it! :D
Jaime Jean M over 1 year 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.