LimeRiks

L imericks are a poetry form that apparently originated in the early 1700's. These are rhymes of structured verse having exactly five lines. The first, second and fifth lines must rhyme while the third and fourth lines are shorter and have a different rhyme. I reckon it is a mite unusual to introduce such structure into Cowboy Poetry which is typically more casual but since limericks are typically humorous, irreverent or tongue-in-cheek, I find it a reasonable, if not appropriate, fit. Limericks historically are often nonsensical and, at best, are trivial. Bottom line ... they're fun, quick and I love writin' 'em. They mostly come to me in the shower.
These random limericks are placed in no particular order. I'll add to them periodically as inspiration strikes. Newest limericks will always appear at the top of the page.

​When a cowboy set​s​ out to go dancin'
With high hopes of a lady romancin'
If she tells him no
And then turns​ to go
​She oughta' least toss him a ​smile for chancin'
There was a poet from the Flathead 
Tryin' to pen out a short story thread 
He found it too short
So he had him a snort 
And just called it a limerick instead 
One mornin' the gun hand got his due
When facing a lawman who weren't new
The law's draw was not as quick
The crook fell for his sun trick
Landing on marshal's shadow when through
Wisdom is about knowin' when
To stop or go at it again
If you don't quit when you should
Or continue when you could
You'll never know what mighta' been
If I ever talk of moving east
Just send me out to see the beast
One look and I'll run
Back out west to fun
Being grateful I was released
Having experienced a couple of glitches
Lefty fell over puttin' on his britches
He landed on the floor
And rolled out the door
Leaving his watchers in stitches
That wild dun horse bucked and snorted
Leavin' a bronc stomper distorted
He sunfished and hopped
Then suddenly stopped
As through air the cowboy transported
Then there's the rough time at thirty
When to his woe Joe got quite hurty
They dared him to jump
So he did like a chump
His broken bones weren't very purty
There's a reason they all called him Slick
When dealin' cards he was just too quick
When fancy vest caught him
He just up an shot him
And now the gambler can't deal a lick
To God I hope to one day say
That I’m livin’ life solid His way
But I must be admittin’
While to that end I’m committin’
It’s chancy at best every day.
Responsibilities we must own
Regardless of teenage or full grown
If you do it then own it
Admit when you’ve blown it
Knowin’ you will reap what you’ve sown
Now that I'm all wrinkled and gray
I mean to just focus on today
Like doin' things right
Or fightin’ the good fight
And bein' content come what may

A rodeo cowboy from Muckle
About to win began to chuckle
He missed his dally
And lost his tally
Now he don't get no buckle

He was the fastest I ever saw
With only contempt for the law
He'd go for his gun
With his back to the sun
Killiin' with his legendary draw
The outlaw faced off agin' Wyatt
As the whole town grew deathly quiet
He made the first move
With something to prove
But only got lead in his diet
As we cowboys gather some age
We review our life page by page
We look back on life
Recalling with strife
All those things we did not engage
Take the time that I kissed Sally
With nary dilly or dally
That seemed quite enough
But she called my bluff
And married a man in Death Valley
The maiden was really quite pretty
Her smile made him feel quite giddy
Her cowgirl hat was as green
As Irish pastures he’d seen
Their wedding took place in Butte City
Shorty Rawlins was sellin' a mare
An' I bought her quick on a dare
Shoulda' said no
But, alas to my woe
That nag put me in a wheelchair
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