The EDV's son ...... KOEB meeting 12/7/05 Happy winter

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The EDV's son ...... KOEB meeting 12/7/05 Happy winter

I shant be here but here is some snark sausages for my Fav EDV.

Robert W. Service, 1874-1958 Spell of the Yukon

The EDV's Son (with much liberty from The Parson's Son)

This is the song of the EDV's son,
As he squats in his shack alone,
On the wild, weird nights
When the Northern Lights
Shoot up from the frozen zone,
And it's six below,
And couched in the snow
The hungry ferrets moan:

"I'm one of the KOEB brotherhood,
I'm an old-time pioneer.
I came with the first -
O God! how I've cursed
The Vixens � but still I'm here.
I've sweated athirst in the summer heat,
I've frozen and starved in its cold;
I've followed my dreams
By its thousand web streams;
I've toiled and moiled for its EDV gold.

"Look at my eyes - been blog -blind twice;
Look where my mouse is half gone;
And that gruesome scar
On my left cheek,
Where the Estrogen-fiend bit to the bone.
Each one a brand of this devil's land,
Where I've played and I've lost the game;
A broken wreck
With a craze for 'hooch',
And never a cent to my name.

"This blogging is only a gamble;
The worst is as good as the best;
I was in with the bunch
And I might have come out
Right on top with the rest;
Like Sparky -
O God! but it's hell to think
Of the thousands and
Thousands I've squandered
On cards and EDVs and drink.

"In the early days we were just a few,
And we hunted and snarked around,
Nor dreamt by our lonely computer screens
Of the wealth that lay under the ground.
We traded in skins and whiskey,
And I've often slept under the shade
Of that lone birch tree by Gull Bay,
Where the first big find was made.

"We were just like a great big family,
And every man had his vixen,
And we lived such a wild,
Free, fearless life
Beyond the pale of the law;
Till sudden there came a whisper,
And it maddened us every man,
And I got in on Bonanza
Before the big rush began.

"Oh, those Countdown days,
And the sin and the blaze,
And the town all open wide!
(If God made me in His likeness,
Sure He let the devil inside).
But we were all mad,
Both the good and the bad,
And as for the KOEB, well �
No blog on the map
In so short a space
Has hustled more souls to hell.

"Money was just like dirt there,
Easy to get and to spend.
I was all caked in
On a cheese kurd craze,
But she shook me in the end.
It put me queer,
And for near a year
I never drew sober breath,
Till I found myself
In the bughouse ward
With a claim staked out on death.

"Twenty years in the KOEB,
Struggling along its creeks;
Roaming its giant valleys,
caling its god-like peaks;
Bathed in its fiery sunsets,
Fighting its fiendish cold -
Twenty years in the KOEB .
Twenty years � and I'm old.

"Old and weak, but no matter,
There's 'hooch' in the bottle still.
I'll hitch up the dogs to-morrow,
And mush down the trail to Perky.
It's so long dark, and I'm lonesome -
I'll just lay down on the bed;
To-morrow I'll go. . .to-morrow. .
I guess I'll play on the red.

". . .Come, Crispini, your pony is saddled.
I'm waiting, dear, in the court. . .
. . .Sydnie, you devil, I'll kill you
If you skip with that flossy sport. . .
.How much does it go to the post, Bleever?.
Play up, School, and play the game. . .
. . .Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name. . ."

This was the song of the EDV's son,
As he lay in his bunk alone,
Ere the fire went out
And the cold crept in,
And his blue lips ceased to moan,
And the hunger-maddened ferrets
Had torn him flesh from bone.

:rofl:

http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Bluffs/8336/robert_service.html

link to the real poem ..... God Bless Cut n Paste.