Third in the ‘Ed’ Series,
‘When We Ancient Eds Were-’
My Photo Albums Go Back a Long Ways,
And a Fond Memory or Two, They Always Stir
“Leprechauns, castles, good luck, and laughter,
Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after;
Poems and songs, with pipes and drums,
A thousand welcomes, when anyone comes!”
An Old Irish Saying
Alas, when dear old Santa Claus kicked us out
For being terrible Elves, at the cold North Pole
Our brilliant Brother Edvard quickly proclaimed
“Pee Wee and Jersey, to old Ireland, we’ll now go!”
“To Ireland?” cried our brother Jersey Ed
“What the hell are we gonna do over there?”
“Now, don’t be such an Ed idiot, Jersey Brother,
In Ireland, there are Ed Leprechauns everywhere!”
And even though Jersey and I weren’t too sure
We went along with Brother Edvard’s crazy plan
We hitched a ride on an old decrepit sailin vessel
And before we knew it, we had set foot in old Ireland
“So what the heck do we do now, wise old Brother Edvard?”
“Why, we borrow us some green clothes; it’s not so very hard!
Then we prance around, up and down these green country lanes,
Proclaimin that we’re Ed Leprechauns, you two Ed Lame Brains!”
“OK! I think I follow your plan so far!” yelled old Jersey Ed,
"But we really gotta get us some food, too, and find us a bed!”
So we snuck into a small Irish community
And we stole some mighty fine green clothes
And everything might have worked out all right
Except for old Jersey Brother Ed’s ravenous nose
He just could not resist stealin a big pink pig, and some bread,
And the Irish lawmen very quickly apprehended, we three Eds
And after spendin a few months in an old Irish jail,
The Constable got a most interesting letter in the mail:
“Greetings from the North Pole,
This is your old friend, Santa Claus;
I’ve enclosed bail for those three crazy Eds,
Not Very Affectionately Signed, Their Old Boss.”
So, we three Eds were quickly let out of their jail
And deported, and told to never, ever, come back
Alas, our days as Leprechauns were very short-lived
And to this day, I still wish my name was Pee Wee Jack
But oft in dreams I wander,
To green old Ireland again;
I feel her arms a-huggin' me,
As when she held me back then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me, as in those golden days of yore;
When she used to rock me so gently asleep,
Just inside that cozy old Irish jailhouse door.
And a Happy St. Paddy’s Day,
To One and All
©2008, A Very Nostalgic Mr. Pee Wee Ed
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Love Tinky
(wonder where they are off to next?)
Micke
Newfie Hugs, the wild Irish Rose
and that,s no Blarney
Peace to all Eds
William
Jasmin Horst
Be always safe,
Karen
stan
Love and Peace~
Jimmy
still got pinched ;)
I want some beacon...and pronto! ! !
Ed the Elder
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Be careful when y'all have some of that green beer; don't need YOU turning green! LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla O'Dorman. :D
Happy St Paddy's Day to you all...
Fee
Happy St. Paddy's Day. You look good in green. lol Kathy
come back to the Emerald Isle,
we'll dance a jig, lift a jug
and reminisce a while.
We'll sneak you in and
the Constable will 'ner know it.
If Jersy Ed don't steal a pig
and blow it!
May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
Happy St Patricks Day to ALL!