Pickles by Brian Crane for January 24, 2014

For a old man your fast on your feet.

I put it to Opal: would you rather have a husband who’s deep or one who’s just thick?

I hope he gets writers block pretty soon.

So, Opal finally noticed that.

She’s nobody’s fool.

Grab the shovelsAnd run for the hillsIt’s oozing overThe windowsills

It’s getting deep with something but I doubt if it’s feelings.

There must be some poems about “Reservoir Dogies” or “Dogie Day Afternoon” in there somewhere, Earl.

Git along, little dogie.It’s your misfortuneAnd none of my own.

I love you too much to ever try a poem of youyour beauty and your grace no poem could ever matchbut that I love you never doubt ’tis truefor you bake the best biscuits and in the bestest batch

Baxter Black, where are you, when we need you ?

I wonder if Robert Browning even thought of saying that to Elizabeth?

STILL with this? Let’s move on…..

that is why cowboy poets wear cowboy boots.

Git yer boots on, Opal!

…and the string tie has disappeared.@ LINGUIST, thank you for mentioning Baxter Black, one of the great contemporary cowboy poets.

A cowboy died. They couldn’t find a coffin big enough to get him buried. So they gave him a enema and buried him in a shoe box.

Sounds familiar. I have a male friend whose musician (ex-) wife wrote only two songs about him-and in both she spent more time singing about the guy she is leaving behind, vs. not her loving hubby…

Opal needs rubber boots…thigh high.

Opal, he’s saving that for when he’s ready to write some blues music.

I once tried to write a Country Western song called Drunk Before Noon but I never made it past 11 am.When I lived in Sedona, Az. I did have a New Age/Country Western band called “Tex Vortex and his Cosmic Cowboys”.

But he does have his feet up.

Hey, give him some credit for trying! Most guys probably would’ve just answered with an “I dunno…”

So where does Earl keep those waders, Opal? He did replaced those old ripped ones; new ones should be good to go! Just stuff the toes with old socks or something …

You’re right, bluegirl .. but credit for manipulation …? Not in my house, sorry.

Well…. That’s Earl’s explaination.

xxx