Bum Steers
The Cowboy
The cowboy lets his lasso fly,
Then reins his trusty steed to brake,
But—heifer having passed him by—
He’ll dine on beans for his miss-steak.
How Now, Brown Cow?
Cow
now
ground
round.
Bob’s Barbecue
Here comes Bob, the barbecuer
Armed with spatula and skewer,
Bag of charcoal, bric-a-brac,
Burger patties, but (alack!)
Fire won’t start and coals won’t char.
Guess who’s serving steak tartare?
Bob McKenty likes to think of himself as an editorial cartoonist who can’t draw, or a stand-up comic with a clean vocabulary and a 10 o’clock bedtime.