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Hillbilly:

--- Quote from: Pat B on March 18, 2009, 02:41:54 pm ---How 'bout an Irish haiku... ;D

with my bow in hand
I walk amongst the green trees
in search of a stump

--- End quote ---

Or:

He lurks among trees
With sautee pan well-concealed
Here kitty, kitty

 ;D

Hillbilly:
There once was a feller named Mullet
Who had a head that was shaped like a bullet
He drank from the jug
Then he caught a a big bug
And swallered it right down his gullet

 ;D ;D ;D

Pat B:
here kitty kitty
my stomach rumbles loudly
here kitty kitty

There is a group of bowyer named Parker
who's family tree came from the darker....side
with all of his cousins, they are here by the dozens
but we couldn't find a genetic marker

Hillbilly:
 ;D We're just trying to get our family tree straight enough to split good staves from.  ;D


There once was a bowyer named Mitch
Who tried something new to get rich
He carved bows from steel staves
The reviews were all raves
But he said that chasing those rings was a @$#&%*.

JackCrafty:
There once was a feller named Snitch,
When sanding his bows he would itch.
One day he decided to switch,
“Dang! Sanding FG is a pain!”

Snitch went in search of a stave,
Determined, lighthearted, and brave.
A kiss to his wife he did gave,
And bought one from a feller named Dave.

In a week the stave did arrive,
“Dang! This here branch’s still alive!
I’m goin’ ta git one from Clive!”
So, to the house of Clive he did drive.

Clive once ran a bow forum,
Where all would learn a lot from ‘im.
But Clive did it all out of boredom,
He quit….and now teaches decorum.

“I need ta make me a bow!”
“I dunno Snitch, ……quit years ago.”
“You gotta tell me whatcha know!
This FG itchin’s got to go!”

So Clive taught Snitch how to tiller,
And he made ‘im bow that was killer.
Now he loves osage 'n arrows of willer,
And even gave up the ol’ Miller.

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