One of the things I love most in the horrid AD is the expectations of goodness from vermin and witches when everybody is bad bad bad...so bad that only few die-hards were able to spew they words about my Bash in a poem.
Gonna spank a few tender tushes!!!!!!

Sir Richard is taking a powder to yonder
“fishing” he said, blink an eye we believe,
in other countries they call it to be chicken
yellow belly, for when a fight is foreseen,
with shiners like the one of Panda bears
for chasing the mini skirts of the wrong girl!

Now, from the other side of the border,
we got a guitar man, the Blues Santa Fee,
that grabbed a Buzzard when he was playing
to use its claws as the picks for his strings,
while in the forest our own Fowl Whisperer
talk to the birds, telling them, “I am Jasmin.”

Then, we got a pretty pricey head among us,
a man from Tunis by the Frenchy name Emile,
that for the nomad way he write his poems…
ain’t no Francais, Americaine, mais Bedouin!
getting a baleful eye from the Sheik Andre
all the way over the Sahara sands, from EgyptI

Mark is playing fiddle on the roof by morning
without falling, working fifty hours a week,
not like Fred that went biking on lose roof tiles
and landed on his fat butt without a scream,
that would have upset poet Regis Auffray
writing for posterity about Ed’s brotherly peace.

“Boys will be boys” Starman will say aloud
getting approval from Mark, Glen and Gene,
while Flying Fox will remind George Carrol
no giving candy is toilette-paper on Halloween,
as Art Sun from Arizona plains would know
he did gave nothing to Herr Docktor Patrick.

The Musketeer William D’Artagnan we sure
gonna make so his sorry ass will be coming,
and Salty Walt that’s been holed up somewhere
perhaps with one of my blonds from Sweden,
with the blessings of the Grand Exorcist Tuchy
and the ever smiling preacher, Larry Linville.

In spirit I know Eli Deer Heart are looking after
lil’brother Jersey Devil Ed gonna long time sick,
perhaps because TomKat Hyland misbehaved
or from effects of a Black’n Decker of PeeWee,
but all the boys gonna be the all naughty boys,
the Castle horny ladies are expecting them to be!


EDvard, Lord Nosferatu Incubus
Dungeons Castle
Sweden