Ninth in the ‘Ed’ Series,
‘When We Ancient Eds Were-’
My Ed Photo Albums Go Back a Long Ways,
And a Fond Memory, They Don’t Always Stir
“These guys are lumberjacks, and they’re OK?
Why, they sleep until Noon, and then, they play!”
A Canadian Mounty
I guess that I should have seen it coming
That epic night in the bar, when Edvard sang
Alas, he had now decided we were lumberjacks
And through the forest, his lumberjack song rang
And I guess that I should have really figured it out
That before long, it would be I, Brother Pee Wee Ed
Who was expected to do all the actual lumberjack work
Before Noon, my two brothers never even got out of bed
And each and every day now, after they ate their lunch
They would both rush out of the cabin, down to the bar
And I, their extremely weary little ‘worker bee’ brother
Would gaze down at them, from a forested hillside, a far
Old Brother Edvard had convinced The Lumberjack Saloon
To host an epic ‘Karaoke Singing Gala’ each and every day
And old Jersey would somehow badger old Snidely Whiplash
Into giving him some more milkweed to puff, down by the bay
And I myself, now spending a lot of time alone in the deep forest
Soon grew to love it so much, I vowed to never cut down one tree
Very thankfully, our Brother Ed lumberjack days were short-lived
Soon, we would begin a cross-country trek, to the land of Mr. Fee
“And Good Riddance To These Ancient Ed Lumberjack Boys,
This neck of the woods can now return to blissful peace and joy!”
Canadian Mounty Dudley Do-Right
©2008, Thankfully No Longer a Lumberjack, Mr. Pee Wee Ed
And I Sure Hope Dear Old Mom Doesn’t Read This One
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Chrissy
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Karen
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Joyce B.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
...and I go tell Mom of you lies...
Georg
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