Edge Works

Billy’s first day at school
Wasn’t to grand
No flags or banners
No big brass band

Just a lot of other cubs
Just like he
Wondering what
This school thing could be

Out came a lady bear
” I’m Mrs. Tagrin,
Cubs form a line
And quietly walk in “

Mommy waved to
Billy bye bye
But Billy got scared
Began to cry

Mrs. Tagrin
Said with a smile
” Don’t worry Billy,
Mom can stay for a while “

Then along with the help
Of Mrs. Tagrin
The cubs said a prayer
Then sang a Hymn

Billy then began
To model with care
He had forgot
His Mom was there

She looked on with pride
And shed a tear
” I’m sorry Mommy,
Are you still here “

Mom said ” I’m off then,
See you at three,
If your really good.
It’s your Favorite for tea “

Then they had milk
And went out to play
” Not for long “
Mrs. Tagrin did say

” Come along cubs,
It’s time to come in,
I’ll read you a story “
She said with a grin

It was a story of
Queens and Kings
Treasure of gold
And diamond rings

It’s time for lunch
Potatoes,cabbage and beef
With honey for after
Phew that’s a relief

Then Mrs. Tagrin said
” Come cubs follow me,
We are going to do
the alphabet A B C “

Then they had orange
And went out to play
” But not for long “
Mrs. Tagrin did say

” Now come along cubs,
Please follow me,
We’ll sing some songs,
Before you go home for tea “

” Hurrah ! there’s the bell,
It’s home time,
Look there’s your Mommy
And here is mine “

Mommy was pleased
When he said A B C
” Well done Billy,
I’ve your favorite fish for tea “

” Then you can tell me,
More about today,
When you’ve had your tea
And some time to play “

” Bath time Billy “
Mommy said
” Then I’ll tuck you
Nicely into bed “

Billy wanted to do
A B C once more
“Very well but then
You must go to sleep for sure “

” R is for rainbow,
S is for sheep,
T is for YAWN ! “
Billy’s fell fast asleep

Why do you carry that gun?
Pray tell me why
Is it because you enjoy the thought
of watching someone die

Why do you carry that gun?
Doe’s it make you feel brave?
Or do you enjoy the thought
Of sending someone to their grave

Why do you carry that gun?
Or even that knife
Is it because you enjoy the thought
Of taking someone’s life

Why do you carry that gun?
The only ones who could say
Were those who shoot at targets
Or pigeons made of clay

Some say it’s for protection
But that’s a lame excuse
For if no one carried one
They would be of little use

Some shoot defenceless animals
I believe that is so cruel
I implore you each and everyone
Please don’t let gun’s rule

It’s good to take part in sport
you know
No matter how results
may go
So please take heed
just get wise
So many contenders
but only one prize
You may be heckled
by the fan’s
But where would we be
without also ran’s
The point I am making
must not be missed
No one to contend
if you get my gist
So do your best
play the game
Then somebody somewhere
will remember your name

There’s a girl in our village
Felicity Pringle
She’s so plain and boring
she will remain single

The girls all giggle
when she pass’es by
The boy’s never date her
they don’t even try

Then into the village
a new family came
Mr and Mrs Dawkins
and their son named Shane

Now Shane was a biker
each day could be seen
Riding with pride
his mean machine

The girls all dreamed
of riding pillion some day
They waved and hooted
when he came their way

One day by the green
was a terrible sound
One almighty bang
Shane’s engine broke down

He stood by the road side
scratching his head
What’s wrong with your bike
Felicity said

I don’t know he said
I have not a clue
My engine won’t run
I don’t know what to do

Felicity from her bag
produced some tools
And over his engine
began to drool

Half hour later
all covered in oil
She looked up at Shane
with a knowing smile

You’ll be OK now
take it for a spin
Will you come too
Shane said with a grin

Now she rides pillion
in all sorts of weather
And looks very fetching
all dressed in leather

Felicity’s the envy
of all the girls sigh’s
She also the desire
of all of the boy’s

Say what you like
When I’m on my bike
I couldn’t give a damn

With the wind in my face
I’ll pick up the pace
And I won’t get caught in a jam

When I’m on the straight
The feeling is great
Leaving the city behind

Without a care
Take in the fresh air
A wonderful way to unwind

As I reach the bend
A thrill it will send
To the hairs on the back of my neck

As I lean to the kerb
Careful not to swerve
Keeping my balance in check

When I reach my street
I’ll put up my feet
With a glass of my favorite blend

Then all through the week
My engine I’ll tweak
Ready for next week end

by William A Edge