“THIS ONE’S FOR ED, WHO WAS BANISHED FROM THE REGION!” a poem Sunday: 21 July 2019
The council met LATE; dear old Ed missed the date! “We’re concerned! Where is he, Mr. Roach?”
“I don’t know-and-I’m-concerned! Perhaps Ed just got burned, by The Poet, who’s sometimes “a coach,”
&-will ex-cor-i-se – some of us, no surprise – IF HE FINDS US ALONE IN THE SINK!
“I don’t like Mystic Poet; he is mean! (We-all-know-it!) He’s so cruel – and-he thinks that we stink!”
“Well, ho-ho – and ha-ha,” said Dear Ed’s great grampa! and-Ed-was-now-sure very-late!
“Perhaps poor Ed is dead! This-one’s “on-The-Poet’s-head!” said Eddy’s po-tent-i-al-mate,
Whose name was Croleen – and she was quite obscene, but the tears rolled so thick down her cheeks,
And-her-antennae-did-twitch, as-she-continued-to-bitch! Did you know: Cock-a-roaches have beaks?
Yes, it’s true, don’t-be-blue; Ed’s outside! Here’s a clue: HE WAS TRAPPED-EARLIER inside a glass!
Trapped-by Mystic-Poet, and now you all know-it:
OUTSIDE! IS-HIS BANISH-ED ArSSe!