Eighth in the ‘Ed’ Series,
‘When We Ancient Eds Were-’
My Ed Photo Albums Go Back a Long Ways,
And a Fond Memory or Two, They Always Stir
Well, alas, here we three old brother Eds were again
Broke and busted, and now kicked out of old Mexico
As we once again headed north, on an old freight train
Edvard said, “Cheer Up! Now, to the Klondike, we go!”
“To the Klondike?!” quickly screamed Jersey Ed
What the hell are we gonna do, way up there??!!”
“Well, my little brother, there we’re gonna find us,
A real king’s ransom in glorious Gold! Oh, Yes, Sir!”
I, Pee Wee Ed, quickly reminded my brother Edvard
That the old Klondike Gold Rush had ended years ago
“Ha! Do you really think they found it all, little brother,
You two have to start trusting me. To the Klondike, we go!”
So, we soon found ourselves workin as Ed deck hands
On a really decrepit old freighter, a sailin for old Skagway
We saved up enough money, for our meager ‘Ed’ grubstake
And found ourselves on the banks of Bonanza Creek one day
Alas, that one bright day, turned into so many gruelin months
Of workin that old panned out creek, from sunup to sundown
We were freezin, losin weight, and we had just about given up
When one frigid mornin, Edvard yelled, “Eureka! It is found!”
Well, we three brothers Ed quickly hiked on in to Dawson City
But the amount of gold in that one nugget, didn’t get us very far
After three hot soapy baths, shaves, and one mighty fine big meal
We found ourselves with enough cash left, to buy a drink at the bar
“So, just what the hell are we three Eds gonna do now??!!”
Jersey Ed and I both said in unison, to our old Brother Edvard
“Oh, just shut up, and drink your drinks, you two Ed numbskulls;
Bein the brains in this here ancient Ed outfit, is mighty damned hard.”
And, Alas, On, and On, We Three Ancient Eds, Would Go;
But Just Lookin Through My Old Photo Albums, Tickles Me So
©2008, A Very Nostalgic Mr. Pee Wee Ed
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ALAS - The KLONDIKE has been relegated to an Icecream BAR!
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Chrissy
Blessings for your next adventure, Bros Ed! ~~ Micke
Edvard the Elder
Fee
stan
North! North To A L A S K A!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Unique wonderful... "When We Ancient Eds Were Prospectors"... A wit and beautiful story-poem.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.