My wife's cousin Craig sent me a story that just begged to be turned into a range rhyme. So, here ya go:
The owner of the J bar H had supper with the crew
and later told the foreman, “There’s something you must do.
I’ve noticed quite a pungent and unpleasant sorta stink
coming from the bunkhouse. So this is what I think;
If the men would change their underwear more often than they do
the place would smell much better. Now, I’ll leave it up to you.”
So, the foreman told the wranglers, “The boss thinks you guys stink
and says to change your underwear. So this is what I think;
Slim, you change with Mitchell and Dusty change with Bob
and if you change back in a week, that should do the job.”
The moral of this story has been known for quite a spell.
Not every change that’s promised will take away the smell.
Jeff Hildebrandt © March 8, 2013