There once was a writer from Tennessee
Who wrote several good mysteries.
Her writing wasn’t horsing around
Except when horses were around
Then her private eye was riding high for his fee.
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Photo finish Friday: “Bone to pick”
Unable to go to sleep before a big anatomy test, the veterinary student got up and mapped out the horse bones … on the side of a horse.
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Photo finish Friday: “Bones”
He didn’t think this was, in any way, horsin’ around.
Mr. Ed had gone out drinking with his friends last night, but work up this morning with a terrible hangover and a skeleton painted on his body. He did not find it funny. It was probably the jack ass next door who did it. Crept over in the middle of the night and painted on him while he was passed out. He’d get even with him. Hey, nobody trifled with him and got away with it. He was nobody’s mule.
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