You sir, have the sole of a poet.
Not to say that we hope you breathe your last.
When Willie Shoemaker needs leather, he doesn’t horse around.
What a load of cobblers.
Ooh, now that we’re all well shod, I like peaches in mine.
Whew, is this thread laced with puns!
With puns as thick as flies, I could shoe them for hours.
Good plan as they may all be into discalced sects.
When guys talk about make-up sects, it’s a put-on.
You won’t find any coal workers who practice Scientology. That’s because sects with miners is illegal.
That’s no biggie, just a miner distraction.
I don’t like those miner helmets, they make me feel lightheaded.
Too many striking coal workers on the platform gave way to a miner falling out.
My grandfather could dig more coal in a shift than anyone else. He was a major miner.
I’m considering getting into the steel mining business; I just need to iron out the details.
My granddad was notorious for robbing moonshiners. He’s slowed down now, but he still steals steel stills.
I have to ask: whatcha gonna do with all that 'dew?
Does he slug down mugs of suds with a few 'dew?
When it comes to suds, call me Casey Jones, 'cause I keep on chugging.