What joy! I have found those old Wild West limericks of yore!...
An Indian chief called Stiff Breezy
In a wigwam had breakfasts quite greasy
He drank so much tea
That he needed to pee
But to pee in a teepee's not easy
George Michael and Ridgley, (the group "Wham")
On a tour, saw a sqaw by a wigwam,
The Chief saw them stare
At her long flowing hair
And said, "Can't you see it's a wig, Wham?"
This limerick's entitled "Gun Fight at the OK Corral".
Bang, bang, bang, ping, bang, Argggh! bang, bang, bang,
Bang, bang, Argggh! bang, ping, bang, bang, bang, bang,
Bang, Bang, Argggh! Bang, Bang,
Bang, Argggh! Bang, Bang, Bang,
Bang, bang, bang, bang, Argggh! bang, ping, bang, bang
There once was a sad Indian,
Who blubbered like hell to his Gran,
"I now can't send jokes
In signals of smoke,
'Cause Parliament's brought in a ban!"
Called up before General Custer
The Indian brave tried to bluster
That though he's been fined
Twenty quid, would they mind
If sixpence was all he could muster?
Lying wounded and prone 'neath the stars
(Gazing upwards at Venus and Mars),
Big Jed said to Tonto,
"Get help to me pronto,
These arrows are gonna leave scars!"
This Indian's Gran had an Uncle
(A fan of the great Art Garfunkle)
Who built (from his pension)
A wigwam extension
Prince Charles called a hideous carbuncle
That Indian's Gran's Uncle's Niece
Was notoriously difficult to please
They tried it with chocs,
Bright coloured socks,
And even a new pipe-of-peace
In an unfriendly bar near Black Canyon
A cowboy informed his companion
"The both of us thinks
The food in here stinks,
Why don't we pop out for an Indian?