Edge Works

Many fear things that crawl and creep
Yet whilst we are fast asleep
We cuddle up all cozy and warm
Whilst beneath us bedbugs swarm

Many complain of vermin and rats
We surround ourselves with dogs and cats
Set traps and leave poison around
Then leave our rubbish on the ground

Many dread after dark
Yet if someone’s dog doth bark
We moan and complain about the sound
Yet they only bark if there’s danger around

Many complain of the noise
Usually made by girls and boys
The trouble is when were long in the tooth
We tend to forget about our own youth

Many grumble about the rain
Yet as that water goes down the drain
Without which there would be no life yet
So we should thank God when we get wet

Many moan of the cold
Acceptable if frail or old
But when it gets milder what do we do
Complain of pains, sickness and flu

Some will grumble if it’s hot
Never thankful for what they’ve got
In the sun they still frolic and joke
Then complain next day they’ve got sunstroke

Many complain about many a thing
The trouble and strife it may bring
Its human nature to grumble and moan
So remember friend your not alone

by William A Edge

In days of yore, in days of olde
Lived many knights, so brave and bold
One such knight, Sir Thomas de Gaille
Would woo young maidens, whilst supping ale
One day, when wooing a maiden so
Was challenged, by her husband Joe
Thee challenge me, ye scurvy knave
I will condemn thee, to thy grave
A woodcutter, vie one brave knight
How could this be, an equal fight
The gather watched Joe, with axe in hand
Could this be, his final stand
Sir Thomas arrived, upon his mount
I shall bring thee knave, to bare account
Sir Thomas now, did charge with lance
The gather feared, Joe stood no chance
Joe with axe, did lance aside
The gather cheered, his maiden cried
With ball and chain, Sir Thomas now did forge
Caught chain with shaft, yanked him from his horse
With sword, Sir Thomas now did thrust
Joe feigned, with hand clasp dust
He threw the dust, into his eyes
Thus caught Sir Thomas, by surprise
Held him firmly, to the ground
With shaft to throat, ye are me bound
The gather now, did Joes name cry
His maiden, overcome with joy
What happened to, Sir Thomas de Gaille
Whittles wood for Joe, whilst supping ale

by William A Edge

To my Hosier friend

Its two years or more
Since I showed the ex the door
But he wont get out of my life

Cant he get the message
Don’t he understand
That I’m no longer his wife

He’s left his gear here
That’s why he comes round
But only takes a little at a time

Says he’ll get a truck
And collect it all
But I think he’s just spinning a line

Oh he can see his children
They’re entitled to that
But he does not have to come in

As long as its arranged
They can meet outside
Then I wont have to see him

I should collect his gear
And put it in bags
Leave it outside with the trash

Then if he don’t collect it
The refuge man can
But that might cause us to clash

Not if I warn him
Tell him its there
Yes I’ll give him a call

Then he’s got no excuse
He would know its all over
I’d be rid of him once and for all

Tom who was a single man
And Alan Rounds best mate
Meet a girl called Gillian
And asked her for a date
He took her to a restaurant
The intention now to dine
Asked for the bill of fare
And a bottle of their best wine
Gillian was not used to this
It just was not her thing
She kicked of both her shoes
And suddenly began to sing
Tom was so embarrassed
He didn’t know what to do
Suddenly he uncorked the wine
And poured some in her shoe
Gillian picked it up
And took a little sip
Then walked round the table
And in Toms lap did tip
The manager came across
And asked them both to leave
Gillian picked up the wine
And poured some down his sleeve
Across came the headwaiter
To show them to the door
Gillian grabbed his arm
And threw him to the floor
All the staff came forward
Gillian to restrain
Threw them both out on the street
And don’t come here again
Gillian said I enjoyed my night
That was really fun
Tom was routed to the spot
Although he wanted to run
The unlikely pair got married
But they could not settle down
Until they had been banned
From every diner in town

In the vast expanse of time
We are in body for but a short while
Therefore we should use our time wisely
Heaven,Hell and Earth are spoken of separately
Alas they are not separate
All three are here present for discussion

Id: How say you of others?
Heaven: I consider all others
Hell: I consider no one
Earth: I have myself to consider

Id: And of giving and receiving?
Heaven: I will give what I have and expect nothing in return
Hell: I will take what I can
Earth: I will only give when I receive

Id: Let us suppose I am in need, how would thee fare?
Heaven: I would help thee
Hell: I would hinder thee
Earth: I would avoid thee

Id: What then is your approach to sport?
Heaven: I will do my best, though I may not succeed
Hell: I will win at all costs
Earth: I will watch

Id: And what of conflict?
Heaven: I would not strike anyone
Hell: I love beating someone, till I draw blood
Earth: I will hit anyone who strikes me

Id: How do you take your pleasure?
Heaven: I get pleasure from knowledge
Hell: I get pleasure from others pain
Earth: I get pleasure from entertainment

Id: Then I conclude that you Heaven are a thoughtful, caring person
though sometimes to your own detriment

Of you Hell, I say you are most hateful and would not be welcome
other than for purpose of discussion

Earth I find you to be selfish and out for your own gain

Most of us would be betwixt all three

Who are you most like?

Think on