I knew them buzzards way back when
They was a buncha crazies even back then!
I know about their backwoods redneck roots
Theys still a groupa nutty unwashed coots
Cept for Tiger Lily, who is powrful clean
and ole Mama Ed who used to treat me mean
I’m a distant, VERY distant, cousin of the Eds
The kinda cousin that in the hilz we weds
Back in the day Mama Ed didn’t like me none
cause I’s alwaz makin eyes at her elder son
Ole Edvard was awful sweet on me for sure
He had Mama Ed fooled, thinkin he wuz pure
Ignernt of what went on in the gote barn
Mama Ed didn’t feel no mamarly alarm
Edvard was not just a stink but sneak
always tryin at my jugs to take a peek
Mama Ed would preach ’em all a fiery sermun
and Ole Edvard in hiz seat would be squrmun
Little PeeWeeeeee Ed acted a mite touched
livin in the woods with the squirrels and such
A stay dog come up the path every day or two
til the Ed’s mountain cabin looked like a zoo
I can still hear Mama Ed yellin “Git them
critters outa here PeeWee, now shooooo”
Jersey Ed, got that name later of course,
when he runned off to live up in the north
Tha mountain air wuz fresher when he went
but of his dirty ways he just don’t repent
The gulls dropped dead on the jersey shore
Poor birds couldn’t take tha smell no more
Tiger Lily, me and her wuz good frenz
we used to hide her Mama’s depends
Her Mama would holler “Who done that?
You boys is as sneaky as a kitchen rat”
Me and Tiger’d laugh our azzes off then
cause her brothers done got blamed AGAIN
I hope this clears up any confuzion
doubts about the Ed saga you’ll be luzing
It’s all true , they’s a rowdy raunchy bunch
Sometimes they still eat road kill for lunch
Cause take a redneck outa the backwood
but them roots is in em and in em for good
If Mama Ed sees me to this very day
she grabs Ole Edvard’s hand and hollers
“You Redheaded Bitch, git away”
Belle, you creat-ED another winner here my friend -- your hand knows well the lines and verbiage of a successful, entertaining write -- this is yet another -- peace and love be always with you -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on April 17, 2010
Love the music, the poetry, the brothers ED, ALL OF THAT, EXCEPT
that mean Mama Ed...
Always,
Deborah
oh man...road kill again!
I have got to get my photo series of roadkill now for sure
Great Fun Write La Belle!!
Lovinn The Tunes too :)
Peace & Wild Roses
Vickie
Ain't no sweet that Redhead Bitch Salley Sue R-Ed that we long no see? If this old boy ain't remembrin' wrong, she got her salad tossed a few times but good by yers truly, oh boy! sweet times, hope she memberin' more of tha stuff.
Belle at her very very best...you always make me sit up, yes, I'm repeating myself but no apology for that...just look at the phrasing, the way the lines are delivered..."Tha mountain air wuz fresher when he went"...how good is that! It's bloody marvellous.
We need a book (fer readin not fer proppin up de broke-down couch!) of these, R-Ed, and - ya guessed it! - I was tryin me best wiv me Doris Day write yesterday but it ain't no patch on yorn down yonder! Ahm gonna haf to tak sum here lezons in hollerin and hooter-tootin afore i gitz anywhar nehar SS's comely lines and loonytoon lowdowns. Ahm fare blowed away wiv yer writin as always, Belle! Anuther good lather you're gettin uz into fer auld lang syne. xx
Hee Haw, and Hey There, our old Cousin Sally Sue R-Ed,
The Kind of a Cousin, in them hills, the old Eds did wed,
I still got lots of them there critters under my cabin bed,
But don't tell Ma or Mean Tall Woman, or I'm a gonna be dead.
And you should quit wastin yer time with our old, old Brother Edvard,
He just sits around, drinkin his moonshine, and passes out in Ma's yard.
As for that other old rascal our Brother Jersey The Devil Ed,
He's gonna send you some Road Kill Stew, is what he done said.
Yer Old Cuz, The Pee Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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that mean Mama Ed...
Always,
Deborah
I knew them boys was sneaky, but a kitchen rat? Lordy.
Hee Hee larious!
Ron
hope we kin all git tagether soon fer a good ole shin dig1
luv
tiger lily
I have got to get my photo series of roadkill now for sure
Great Fun Write La Belle!!
Lovinn The Tunes too :)
Peace & Wild Roses
Vickie
EDvard Ole Brother
Oh yes!
John
doubts about the Ed saga you’ll be luzing
It’s all true , they’s a rowdy raunchy bunch
Well thank you for clearing up some of my questions, Belle; and in such a delightful way via your verses. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Sandie Angel :o)
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
I enjoyed it
The Canadian Buzzard still buzzing
The Kind of a Cousin, in them hills, the old Eds did wed,
I still got lots of them there critters under my cabin bed,
But don't tell Ma or Mean Tall Woman, or I'm a gonna be dead.
And you should quit wastin yer time with our old, old Brother Edvard,
He just sits around, drinkin his moonshine, and passes out in Ma's yard.
As for that other old rascal our Brother Jersey The Devil Ed,
He's gonna send you some Road Kill Stew, is what he done said.
Yer Old Cuz, The Pee Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee