This years must have for the .270 owner ...

[Triumph_Dave]

An old two-seventy shooter called Dave,
Kept a dead whore hid away in a cave,
He said ‘I’ll admit’
‘I’m a bit of a sh1t’,
‘But just think of the money I’ll save’

How did you know about my cave..

 

[kevtherev]

The man himself

 

[VSS]

Im giving up at this point mate. My tiny brain hurt last time so dont think I can do any better.

There once was a bald git called Mike
his rudeness left not a lot to like
so he bought a creed which filled him pride
but most of the deer he shot ran on and very few died

That is it for me (I would also like to note that the last sentence is very untrue ...there is a little bit of running and a bit of dying )

Old Mike always shoots with a smile,
yet the deer run for mile after mile!
No blood on the stones,
nor splinters of bones:
The twit turned the wrong flippin' dial!

 

[Mike1979]

Old Mike always shoots with a smile,
yet the deer run for mile after mile!
No blood on the stones,
nor splinters of bones:
The twit turned the wrong flippin' dial!

I admit defeat

 

[One on top of two]

The man himself View attachment 461414

 

[tozzybum]

A poetry fight between creedmore owners and .270 owners cheered me up ,thanks lads .
Bet the creedmore owners were sad when Bhs shut and they couldn't buy anymore pink slippers

 

[VSS]

A poetry fight between creedmore owners and .270 owners cheered me up ,thanks lads .
Bet the creedmore owners were sad when Bhs shut and they couldn't buy anymore pink slippers

Tozzybum, my mate so fine,
why not try to pen a line
in simple verse
It can't be worse
than those of Mike's or mine!

 

[tozzybum]

My .270 went pop ,the deer went bang flop ,I proudly rang my friend just round the bend .
His creedmore went fizz ,his trousers smelt of **** ,ooh dear another miss

 

[Mike1979]

My .270 went pop ,the deer went bang flop ,I proudly rang my friend just round the bend .
His creedmore went fizz ,his trousers smelt of **** ,ooh dear another miss

Good effort mate

Out with the .270 after deer,
Mobility scooter and no fear,
Got stuck in field, unwilling to yield now WTF should I do.

So through the gate who should appear,
a gaymoor owner...ooh my dear,
please help me young sir
absolutely not my dear I cant get mud on my tactical gear

 

[Scarpa]

A proponent of Jack's classic round,
Was stalking a new piece of ground.
It was half a mile wide,
With nowhere to hide,
So he coiled up his beard in a mound.

 

[Malxwal]

View attachment 461363
Crocks with running lights for us old feckers

Perfect for putting the dogs out at night, poop spotters !

 

[Klenchblaize]

Love it:

"Soon squirrels knew him by his grin,
And chipmunks mocked his ballistic spin."

K

 

[tozzybum]

It started as fun taking the micky out of a gun .Luckily no one wore a man bun ,just in crocs camouflaged to hide the creedmore by his side.

 

[Mike1979]

It started as fun taking the micky out of a gun .Luckily no one wore a man bun ,just in crocs camouflaged to hide the creedmore by his side.

Alas many think, with a nudge and a wink, that us creedmoor owners are vain,
but after recoil and deafness they explain, with a sad tinge of shame that the .270 fosters misery and pain

 

[JockStalk]

A young Creedmoor shot fae Jamaica,
Found as a man he was mostly a faker,
His sweet disposition,
Hid his sole ambition,
To find a giver who’d make him his taker.

 

[Thomas Gordon]

Who's comparing calibres ? That argument left the building with Elvis.





Creed owners ,
may stand or may sit ,
Those goobers with a 270 ,
need help when they s#!t .

whos elvis?

 

[kevtherev]

Upon the Grassy hill lay a creedmoor guy
The .270 next door barked its song
The deer dropped on the spot
Many others departed
And the creedmoor guy sharted

 

[VSS]

Good effort mate

Out with the .270 after deer,
Mobility scooter and no fear,
Got stuck in field, unwilling to yield now WTF should I do.

So through the gate who should appear,
a gaymoor owner...ooh my dear,
please help me young sir
absolutely not my dear I cant get mud on my tactical gear

A shooter from Powys, I hear
took the chair in the 'steddfod one year.
On the subject of guns
he'd run out of puns,
but he won with a rhyme about deer.*


(* please note that I deliberately avoided the use of the word "queer" in this limerick, although it was tempting. Very tempting.).

 

[paul o']

Only a creedmoor owner would mention pain the 270 is still ahead of the game ! It's a soft as butter there is no pain its all in the mind its a real man's gain.
To own a 270 its a but a joy it makes a man out of the boy! I hear you say its painful to shoot !
But hear me now when the wind is blowing you won't hear a 270 owner whinge and moan the winds to strong and the rains to hard! I think ill stay here in the warm at the yard.

 

[Scarpa]

A young Creedmoor owner named Clyde,
Thought he'd found an incredible hide.
Then the hide started movin',
And Clyde started groovin',
He was up on the first float at Pride.