Ever Since I Posted a Poem

About a Nude Man on a Beach

He’s Been Very Upset With Me

And Now He’s Exposing My Past

This Poem is In Response

To Ed Matlack’s Recent Post,

Ed Has To Make Some Bucks,

Brotherly Love is Escalating Fast

This is the very strange tale

Of two wacky brothers named Ed

Their very crazy money making schemes

Always filled their poor mother with dread

The older brother by the name of Ed

Always dressed in a white chicken outfit

He thought he could make money clucking

His other brother Ed thought he was a dimwit

The younger brother named Ed

Since birth had a huge problem with gas

He always irritated everyone in the family

He could clear out an entire room very fast

But this younger brother named Ed

Thought he’d invented an alternative fuel

So he soon constructed his little fart mobile

Thinking this mode of transport so very cool

Unfortunately for this younger brother named Ed

His fart mobile never moved from its spot by the sea

You can still find him tooting away on the boardwalk

Every afternoon on the strip in Atlantic City, New Jersey

The older brother named Ed – that’s me

Eventually decided to run away from home

My brother Ed’s obnoxious fumes drove me mad

I needed to find fresh air – I really needed to roam

Today I’ve given up clucking for bucks

In the bustling neighborhoods of Chicago

But my other brother Ed is still tooting for loot

In Atlantic City since his fart mobile just won’t go

If you ever spot my other wacky brother named Ed

Please have some pity and throw him a quarter or two

Although today we are now separated by hundreds of miles

When the wind is blowing just right - I can still smell his toots!

©2006, No Longer Clucking for Bucks, Mr. Ed

(These Days I’m Wearing a Horse Costume,

And Doing Mr. Ed Impersonations.

My Pets Really Seem to Like Them, too.

Just yesterday,

One of my dogs dropped a huge Milkbone

Into my basket.)