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The three Eds an ongoing Saga
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER → (All Poetry by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER)
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An update of the whereabouts of your comrades, lost in the Canadian Wilderness,

 

 
A few days later, no we gots no gators,
But in season, serious maters,
And when high on pheromone desire,
They come out from the mire,
And if they’se on the loose,
Best to run you choose,
 
 
 
Nearly gots them killed his brothers
That Georg with Coors he bothers,
It interferes with pheromones of moose’s sex,
It makes them all perplex,
And in the end they’se gets real mad, and sore,
They’ll with their horns you gore,
But Georg, what does he know, he pisses in the lake,
Where horny mooses mate,
And like I said, that Coors he drinks,
Now all the lake it stinks,
It’s entirely his fault, you know,
You thought it best to flee somehow,
 
 
 
 
 
Perry and I searching the Canadian Wilderness
Tell me where are these scumbags hiding now?
I’m getting saddle sore riding this mare,
What do you mean they fell of the broom?
She didn’t put seat belts on them,
You must be kidding, they was stone drunk,
She what? She lifted up the bow,
Now tell me why, the sky was clear,
Not a soul was there far or near,
She was suppose to fly south, not north,
Darn the black flies getting to my horse,
They’se eating her alive, like me,
They’se going to die in here, you’ll see,
Then this noise a blessed sound,
I think we gots them found,
Some awful screaming, from down the bog,
Some splashing trashing, and then a dog,
Then the others, out of breath, and out of juice,
Snorting steaming, then, a big bull moose,
What a sight my friends, but this how the story ends.
Me thinks!
God that lake it stinks,
Now we was kind we thought, and share some real beer,
Happy, to send them on their way with some real” Canadian” cheer,
Obvious it became so very soon,
After the first they’se begun to swoon,
Steady pals we said, stand at ease,
It’s just an Alexander Keith,
We drinks it all the time,
And we’se feeling just awful fine,
To make this story short,
Tomorrow night, I’ll shoot you another line.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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 Reviews of "The three Eds an ongoing Saga"
Reviewed on February 5, 2009
Jasmin~!

Great penning - enjoyed this immensely!!


Best Always,

Lance

Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2009
Love these sagas and miss them well. Lady J

Reviewed by Georg Mateos
Reviewed on January 26, 2009
I see you all chasing them own tails, we jest crosse' Rio Grande and are sippin' tequila with tha seno...hic...ritas...hic

am supp'se to be the Eld...hic...der


Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on January 26, 2009
That old Felix is really nasty - LaBatt's Blue???

He could have at least offered us a Moosehead.

And we three Eds ain't givin up yet!

PS Thank God Jersey took a bath in a Canadian lake, and not in one of ours!!

Reviewed by Felix Perry
Reviewed on January 26, 2009
Well Jasmin, I can't see as how we can waste any more of the fine Alexander Keith's products on southern trash who insist on drinking that dishwater suds they do. Our Canadian hospitality can only go so far so lets offer them the Labatts Blue next time and save the good stuff for us.

Fee

Reviewed by Ed Matlack
Reviewed on January 25, 2009
You won't find me, as I hide in cranberry bogs in the great Pine Barrens of NJ & all the other animals warn me of your coming, though no moose do we have...Ed (but we got Rufuz)


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