Give ’em the Laaaazy Eye

I got to pretend to be a farrier today (City folks, you’re gonna want to look that one up. It doesn’t mean what you think it means.) up at Miracle Mountain Ranch.  In the best traditions of cowboy poetry, I composed a little limerick about the experience.




Home, home on the ranch,
Where the cowpokes all have cart blanche
We can shoe as we please, bend the back or the knees,
Till the pain makes us stagger away.

But at least I know ahead of time I’ll be hurting tomorrow morning, so I’ve got that going for me.