Thursday, March 12, 2009

23 - epilogue

To: the goat herd
23 - epilogue 
Date: Thu 12 Mar 2009 17:24:03 -0600

make sure that you read ALL the way to the END of this message for some special links . . .


I'm sew glade we head 
this time twogetter,
Jest two cher a laff, 

n sang a song.
Seemz we jest git stairted 

n affore ya knowz it
Comez tha time 

we haz two say, 
"Sew lawng."


well now, 

deuw n the family 
is rite prowed two have particeepated in sew manny public werks projects. 

awl us hare at the cheeritable fowndation 
is sew honored two bee able two hep wit awl the various requests four helpin owt wit municipal organeezations four the bettermint of the communities. wit the unfortunate state of the pressent economy, thare is manny peoples who is in dire need end the requests jest a keep a pooren in . . .

but manny have bin asken: hay what ever happent two ms Genavieve Louisa Groetemilska?

well ole deuw n gennie-lou kerried own quite the romantic fling four a good long spell. why it was the tawk of the holler. he visited her manny, manny times at her charleston hotel end even made a couple of trips two New York City

when thare relationship begunned two tern towards the serious side, she finally camed four a visit two the holler end everbuddy jest loved that young woman sew end kepta sayen how good she was four ole deuw. everbuddy egsepten granee that is. granee jest dint even try two git along wit lil gennie-lou. 

bet than gennie-lou deed tern a bit high-fallutin - 

wanten two tare down the cabin that grate grate grenpaw uleseez had bilt

end in it's place 

bild a grate big fansee manshun

wit a guest house a way further back in the woods whare granee kood live own her own 

end ole deuw jest wood nut hare of such a thang. he loved that cabin that grate grate grenpaw uleseez bilt end kood nut bare two see it ternt down. 

sooo they decited two part ways in a freindly manner. gennie-lou is liven in NYC end ole deuw is a liven steel owt thare in pig swamp holler. bet when ever gennie-lou is at the hotel in charleston, her n ole deuw continue two kerry own end have sum good times twogetter . . .

cencerelee scottE-deuw


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Marshall Tucker Band - Heard It In A Love Song

Carol Burnett - I'm so glad we had this time together

Kansas - Reason To Be

the lyrics can be found in the "comments" section of the blog posting.


scottE-deuw said...

Kansas - Reason To Be

So long, someone is waiting
I got places to go, I got things to see
No more procrastinating
For this is the moment that was meant for me
And I'm moving like a wave on the ocean
Drifting to the opposite side
Traveling with no destination
Just riding the tide

People they say that I'm foolish
They say that I'm living in a fantasy
Well I say, everything's easy
It's better than living in futility
So, I'm standing here in back of the curtain
Waiting for the start of the show
Acting like an actor is easy
If you can let go

Someday something will find you
A magical feeling you could not foresee
A feeling so devastating
From that moment on your life's a comedy
And suddenly you're light as a feather
You're falling like a leaf from a tree
The things you thought you needed are fading
Your reason to be . . .

Kansas - Reason To Be

scottE-deuw said...


Collards is green, my dog’s name is Blue
and I’m so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue’s and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass, which excite me in May.
You ain’t got no scales but I luv you anyway.

Yo’re as satisfy’n as okry jist a-fry’n in the pan.
Yo’re as fragrant as “snuff” right out of the can.

You have some’a yore teeth, for which I am proud;
I hold my head high when we’re in a crowd.

On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms,
well, I’m in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work, they all want to know,
what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape yo’re there fer yore man,
to patch up life’s troubles and fix what you can.

Yo’re as cute as a junebug a-buzzin’ overhead.
You ain’t mean like those far ants I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete; Ain’t nuttin’ I lack.

Yore complexion, it’s perfection, like the best vinyl sidin’.
despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin’.

Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank,
we go together like a skunk goes with it’s stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine’s Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart, it’s romantic that way.

Some men git roses on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger. That’s impressive,” I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth.
“Diamonds are forever,” they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey, these won’t do.
Cause yor’e too special, you sweet thang you.

I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds……IT’S A NEW TROLL’N MOTOR!!

Luv, from yor romeo

P.S. I think yore slicker’n deer guts on a door nob.