Brave Little Edward

Brave little Edward died today,

As he cheered for the first of May,

His heart, it burst, from too much joy,

Like a broken spring in a wind-up toy.

Anticipating a Hangover

Drink mocks me tonight.

Yet I was so controlled.

The sun will bring pain.

Young Lucy

Young Lucy attended a school,

So she wouldn't be thought of a fool,

But so stupid was she,

She failed her degree,

Though at least now she doesn't drool...

Tonight

Your lips like cherries.

A long slow mischievous grin.

What promise awaits?

The Ides of March

Fear the Ides of March.

Cloaked in Superstition.

They bring doom each year.

Toast

I eat my toast with butter,

Far better that than dry,

And others who may mutter,

I tell them not to pry.

The Stage

The stage cried to the darkness,

“Oh, whither is the show,

There was a pretty ballerina,

That I did come to know,

The feeling of her footfalls,

The light upon her hair,

The grace of every movement,

For she was very fair.”

The darkness chuckled at the stage,

“She is long gone,” he said,

“Performing in some other shows,

On other stages does she tread,

Forget her and forget her show,

For others will perform,

King Lear is next, just think of it,

You host a powerful storm!”

“I'm sorry my friend,” the stage replied,

“But I no longer like that play,

And still I wish my ballerina,

Had never gone away...”