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Stupid Saint Patrick's Day Limericks
recurve shooter:
lol that was good zenmonkey
Pat B:
I'm drawing a blank but loving all the limericks.
stickbender:
Ol parker made a bow, that was strung so tight,
that the speed of the arrow was far faster than light!
With that bow, he shot an arrow one day,
it shot from the bow in a relative way, and it came back the previous night!
Poor ol Mullet, went to Brazil.
We all felt bad, cause he was workin, and that ain't no thrill.
He made friends with one of the rancher's lovelier live stock,
Till the Rancher saw the boot prints on the Termite mound, and on the gate put a lock!
The locals would feed him great food, give him great drinks, and he didn't even have to pay the bill!
Ol Pat lived in the mountains of North Carolina.
With fresh mountain air, and beautiful views, life couldn't be finah.
But with feet the size of Paul Buyon's ,
His shoes were huge, and when he took them off they smelled like rotten oinons!
But he could kick a tyranus rex, and I bet that would really make a sore Dina !
Wayne
stickbender:
Hunter Trapper went to the Western Mountains to live like a Mountain man, and there was no pretendins.
He would fish, and trap, drink rain water, and wash his clothes in the streams, while holding them by the suspendins!
Ah, but he was not the only archer in the woods, as he met a cute little Native American, ol Cupid sent forth his arrow.
But when her father the chief heard of this, he looked him and his eyes began to narrow.
Boy I bet they will open up wider, when he finds out that soon there will be.....one little , two little, three little indians..... ;D ;D
Wayne
Ol Shannon, wanted to make stone arrow heads, and knife blades, to hunt with, and whittle up plants.
So he got with ol Eddie, who took him to Claude's, and he learned to make em so sharp, he could whittle ants!
The most of us who try to learn this craft, have to go through all the trials and tribulations of leaning to knapp.
Oh, but not so with Ol Shannon, he just sat there and watched Ol Claude, and started to make em like putting on his cap.
It jsut isn't fair to the rest of us who have to struggle, and waste good rock, but we have to agree he is good, even if he is a little smarty pants!
Wayne
stickbender:
Way up above the mighty Mac, lives a yooper, way back in the trees,
He works in the city, keeping the City's poop chutes running, and not letting em freeze.
When he is not working, he fishing and hunting when ever he can,
Actually he is really quite the outdoors type of man.
His lovely Wife makes him take off his work clothes outside, if you ever got downwind, they'd bring you to your knees!
Wayne
In Tennessee lives Ol Pappy, as nice a guy as you'd ever find,
he'll teach you to make a bow, arrow, and feed you, yeah, that's the kind.
Every year, he hosts the classic, and a whole bunch always attend,
They meet and greet, and eat, and learn archery, and hate for it to end.
Ol Mullet got some spring water, and washed down a June bug, and Ol Pappy thought he'd lost his mind !
Wayne
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