That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 22, 2021

“And that’s when I lost my left thumb.”

The blacksmith puts shoes on a horse / by hammering nails with great force. / True, he could manage to / stick a shoe on with glue, / except for the glue’s equine source.

“When I nod my head, you hit it.”

Whenever Peter was working old Blind Bill, he always made sure to wear protection.

Apprentice: Careful with that hammer!! I lost a fingernail last time.

Smithy: So what?

Apprentice: For the want of a nail, the scratch was lost; for the want of a scratch the lottery prize was lost; for the want of a prize …

Did you know the warranty on uour horse is about to expire?

Fet Locker. I like it!

“Try not to hit yourself in the nuts again.”

Well, your réflexes are fine.

He swung the hammer down but missed the shoe nail and instead hit Clydesnail.

when your only tool is a hammer you whack the hell out of everything…

Forging ahead with the newest line dance.

Is that Maxwell’s Silver Hammer?

“If I had a hammer,” the old blacksmith rumbled.. “But you do have a hammer, boss..” replied his young apprentice, Woody. And suddenly, musical lightning struck – for it was morning….And perhaps there could be freedom, and justice, all over this land…but the love between his brothers and his sisters might take a while…

The old blacksmith was known around town as “wee willy whacker” and his apprentice as “numb nuts”

Tack-y.

If you’re man enough to hold it, I’m man enough to hit it!

If that smith misses, his co-worker better have a cup a lot strong than a red Solo cup.

“No. These don’t fit either. Take them off.”

So who’s a horse’s ass! I’ll show you who’s a horses’s ass!

It was Flat-Fingered Freddy’s job to hold the horseshoe in place while Blind Man Bob tried to nail it in place.

“I can’t get this thing back in my pants, Earl.”

“I can help!”

Just don’t hit my thumb!

The horse is wondering how it can pull off a twofer – biting one and kicking the other, simultaneously!

The horse is thinking: Stupid humans! I keep telling them it’s the left shoe.

A farrier near a forge: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bonnefond-Blacksmith.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this painting. File history has the strip coloration image.

 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/10/masterpiece-2813.html 

I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by this artist used here.

Said the farrier to the furrier / “can you please go a little bit ‘hurrier’?”/ Said the furrier “Sorry- you must take it to Maury/ – thus making the Maury..er..the merrier?” / Not much later, the ferry was closed/ and the ferryman indisposed/ so they sallied together/ into inclement weather/and three of them all got hosed./ At this point there entered the horse/ who’d listened to the silly discourse/ and he (Dios mio!)/informed the hosed trio/ he was seeking legal recourse…as through the court system it reels/ through one hundred and seven appeals/ when it reaches “Supreme”/ the Court (now extreme)/ will divide into fetlocks and heels../ and since it’s an equine case/ and therefore an issue of “race”/ the Court will decide/ all four to deride/ and teach them to “ know their place”.

In a precursor to rock/paper/scissors, members of the local horse thief gang play hammer/hand/wrist.

Hammer breaks wrist/wrist tells other hand/hand strangles hammerer.

Melodrama I did once, “Song of the Lone Prairie, or, Poem on the Range,” featured a blacksmith named Charlene Atlas. I got to wondering, if the hero and heroine got married and had a baby, and Charlene sponsored it at its baptism, would she be its farrier godmother?

Bob in red vest is helping Ned get rid of a 2 day Priapism, it hurts Ned either way.

Fet Locker! I love it1

This horse was a spy’s message carrier, / who needed to sneak past a barrier. / At the border he trod, / stealthy. Shoddily shod / by that feckless inferior farrier. /// At the worst time, the horseshoe came loose. / and the noises it caused were profuse. / The horse saved the day / limping back from the fray, / thereby saving the spy from the noose.

When it’s “Priceless”-less Saturday/ and the blacksmith has gone away/ I turn to The Times/ where are headlined the crimes/ of “democracy” in disarray…as my pupils dilate with fright/ at the thought of the nation’s plight/ my mind leaps ahead/ with a good bit less dread/ to the challenge of Sunday night…

He’s the “podiatrist of the track”./ He toils amid anvil and tack./ His home is a palace/ built on bunion and callus/ and his diligence never grows slack/// ‘Neath no chestnut tree doth he stand/ and his arms are more like rubber bands/ than Longfellow’s fellow’s/ and the kid at the bellows/ is making unseemly demands../// The romance of the smithy is gone:/ of his bankers this smith is the pawn./ The horse thinks it’s funny/ that it’s all about money/ but the blacksmith is overdrawn…

He’s taken an online course/ on the art of shoeing a horse/ but it’s harder to sink/ that nail than you think/ it depends on finesse – not on force. /// If the nail isn’t properly placed/ and the hoof is in fact defaced/ it’s a costly mistake/ that you hope you don’t make/ for the whole damned horse must be replaced !

And here I thought Saturday would be Price – less. Thanks, Ish!

One night of sin, one lifetime of debt! How was I to know she was a billiards shark! Now I have to do whatever she requests!

Every blacksmith needs iron, of course. / What do do, when he’s lost his best source? / Well, when naught else remains / he melts down supply chains, / forming shoes (iron “U”s) for a horse.

On a wall, when you hang horseshoes up, / it is said to envision a cup. / So good luck will flow in, / not pour out. What a sin / to have fortune run off— giddyap.

I oughtn’t be reading so late / But these comments served up such a spate / Of swift sparkling mots, / I can’t get no repose / Without cheering you on. These are great! :-)