Poems from the
Inside
Seek
the light of day . . .
Limerics for Ed
Whoever he is
There was a bald man on the street,
whispers and lies were his feat,
he said he was Ed
and he claimed I was dead
and my brain he would surely unseat.
This bald man was fat - who'd have thunk it -
his fat wife must have been quite a strumpet.
His threats he disguised
with his t-shirts and lies,
and I cried as I told him to suck it!
The bald man rode an iguana,
I saw him get off and I tell ya,
they all said it was him,
I won't lie to you Jim -
it's a bike and it's called an iguana!
Now the fat man has lies he will sell ya,
of this I can certainly tell ya!
One sunny day
he did say I was gay
and all I could say was 'go fuck ya'!
One more lie, what the hey, so go fuck ya!
I'm not crazed, no not mad, and I tell ya,
that bald headed Ed's a strange fella.
Yet I say Mr. Ed
I'm truly not dead,
you have lied, you're a horse, so go fuck ya!
You're a wide runny cunt, so go fuck ya!
© D. Winter
September, 2007
