The Quest For Belle Isle (poem) by Southern Comfort on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 1, 2007

Ma petit Cherokee, you don't need to lure me anyone from, my Sioux heart will be all yours forever, but watch out for that Southern Belle because La Rouge have more love twisting than a rattlesnake making love to a screwcork and she's making a mess of my bed.
Ed the Elder (georg?)

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

If cuttin a rusty displeases you,
then that much at least I needs not to do
but flog me you might then I'll behave,
for ye know I'm is yore trusty knave
Arrrrrrrrrr

Sir Salt Walt

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

Oh SC this is too much, I may not sleep tonight you have me laughing so hard, those poor fellas will be lookin for those stray pussies in that cat house, hope they aren't disappointed. Thanks for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

the poor Pussy Cat has arrived...and if she don't get some Dog soon she will walk the bloody plank...you guys and ladies are doing a fabulous writingtogether, always a joy to see your work Nibbens LaRue...Hugs and Love, Peggy

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

Welcome aboard Capt. Nibbens LaRue, the more the merrier, but I hear tell Edwina claims to have a deed to the land!!!! Say it ain't so! As for the Ed's, we will squish them and feed them to the sharks.....

G'day to ya!
Edith Bonnie and Calico Ed grrrrrrr!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

You tell em all them scurvy dogs. Welcome aboard Nibbens!!

We'll nibben torture all them Ed's
and make em beg to share our beds

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

Har, Captain Fee from the briny sea here, har, methinks me privateer schooner the Bluenose will be hauling anchor from Halifax town to sally down along the reefs of that thar Belly Isle. Mayhaps with a letter of Marc from Queen Rose to board raid plunder and pillage virgins and non virgins alike har watch fur me skull and crossbones in the breeze soon..

Fee

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

Oh my, this is always what you Belle wanted..
Delightful write SC
Huggin-kissin
I bet Walt don't do much cookin...

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

Greetings, Nibbens La Rue!

As I've explained to one of yer shipmates, Lacey Annie, we 'Eds' are on an immortal quest, written in the very ancient Book of Ed. So we can't be givin in to very many of yer demands. History Awaits Us!

But we'll gladly give ye this one:

In one port we picked up Salty Walt, to be our cook and Love Slave,
But he be always cuttin rustys, and gettin his ass flogged, he won't behave!
Ah, a pirate's life be fur me,
I adore rapin, lootin , plunderin and sailin the rollin sea.
I does as I please, aint no man gonna tell me no!
Or I'll Bitch Slap him and make him my Ho!

Have Fun With Old Salty Walt!!! We advised him to sail away to Madagascar, but he just wouldn't listen!!!!

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

Oh my goodness - What gives mama's -The whole lot of sensitive writers I know are out on a sea venture - {God bless the buoy's & mama's} -Ted

Reviewed by Ann Scarborough

Reviewed on August 31, 2007

And that's for shure Nibbens LaRue. Him in his lacy things, you'll have no doubt about the way things stand.
Lacy Annie