As the older of a very sweet, kind and considerate brothers I should with my most gentle words answer to those stories of malingering or debauch thrown our way, doing it with the utmost respect and consideration that a bunch of unspeakable trash that you are deserves.
From behind the turncoat’s Canadian border,
(the land that God gave Cain as they said)
a invitation in my dark and private dungeon
for Fee’s Halloween’s party suddenly came
making all my blood curl with such delight
pumping from my sadistic heart and then
eat the invitation card with Canadian flavor
cracking a few mirrors with my gargoyle face
scaring the s*** of the dungeon rats…
I hear the most disgusting laugh from myself.
Couldn’t for the good of me a moment longer
to PeeWee and Jersey Devil the news no tell,
our slaughterhouse was in full swing already
decorating the walls with few Canuck mislead
the kind wearing those Nelson Eddy jackets
and bragging about always getting their men,
after all, invited to Rome do like the Romans
and Halloween in Canada should be a shred
of combined ghoulish disgusting things and
with screams as we rip thin slices of flesh.
We will be arriving at the party with cocktails
of vintage Jersey State selection of the sewers
spiced with crawling creepy boiling little things
served as you hang from PeeWee spider’s web
made with barbed wire of stainless steel barbs
to get you trapped for thousand years, no less,
and dragging after rusty chains we will bring
a meat grinder for doc Bonnie full treatment,
we don’t burn the witches at the stake no more,
we fill glass jars with all the little left of her.
For starters, impaling virgins is on the list
if we can find one such a thing from the Den,
Irish Red Heads, Shadow Women and Beccas
mingling with naked twin witches, no coeds,
with trouble putting Tiger Lilly inside a coffin,
lid with spikes should hold for a while there,
as we kick the living lights of that Canuck Fee
for dishing Rose’s off the truck horrid babes,
you don’t invite us if you are not really ready
to have some debauchery with the Brother’s Ed.
When the Grande Master of Dread and Dead hots a party it will be an event that he shall laugh at the antics of the three inferior Yanks who brag but run potty when one little kind hearted sweet lady doctor tries to help them. I fear not the night, fear not the right however do fear about one more night of boring political garbage mindlessly trying to say nothing at all. I will not however lower my powers of the dark to worrying about silly threats... the good doctor will take care of those.
Pee-wee is right, roadkill's been mighty slim of late so any food I can find is great, hell, even Rufuz is looking like steak...I will be at Fee's flying up on my own wings, saves me airfare, though I get no air miles...ed
Thar boiling them tar balls kettles ready and mounted chains tight, the moat filled, dead bodies floating from the last attack, Fee munching on some crunchy chunks, welcome to the party mateeeeeeeeeee!
Oh my you pickin on the Good ole doc again Georg...What a truly scary and funny write. Those Ed brothers are a trip but you'll need somethin more than chains for you know who...first you have to identify her...remember, its a costume party my friend. By the time you find her, it may be too late for you and the Ed brothers. Love ya, Bonnie aka friend of Doc Bonnie's
served as you hang from PeeWee spider’s web
made with barbed wire of stainless steel barbs
to get you trapped for thousand years, no less,
I've been workin on this for months, and it's gonna be good!
As for that Meat Grinder for Dr. Bonnie, that old Jersey Devil is bringin a Huge One - Says he's gettin mighty hungry; he hasn't found any road kill in weeks now.
WAAAAAAAAAAH!! You DON'T want to see ME or Karla nekkid! TRUST me!! LOL Still, all in all, a hilarious romp, Georg; you are too much!! Very well penned; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your (nekkid) friend, Karen Lynn in America. LOLOLOLOL
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2008
Too funny Georg, you made me smile this morning, blessings, Holly
Wow some party this is going to turn out to be, now I have to make it for sure, sounds to me like there will be action along with blood and guts. Boooooooooooooootiful write Georg.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2008
Ah, this makes Dracula seem like an altar-boy, Godzilla look like a teddy-bear, and The Alien seem like a friendly goldfish. Muahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Besides that, I had to snag the cute wittle jack-in-the box :-)
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
Your humor glows and I enjoyed reading
this outstanding piece
Peace to all The Ed Brothers
Happy Halloweenie
William
Fee
Regis
Nekkid, hunh? If that be the case, I'll be surprised if anyone shows up at all: they may run screaming from the room!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
made with barbed wire of stainless steel barbs
to get you trapped for thousand years, no less,
I've been workin on this for months, and it's gonna be good!
As for that Meat Grinder for Dr. Bonnie, that old Jersey Devil is bringin a Huge One - Says he's gettin mighty hungry; he hasn't found any road kill in weeks now.
Brother Pee Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your (nekkid) friend, Karen Lynn in America. LOLOLOLOL
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Besides that, I had to snag the cute wittle jack-in-the box :-)
Ted