Birthday Remembrance for Ed

Birthday Remembrance for Ed

Birthday remembrance.
Stories still told with much love.
His legend lives on.

Gentle to the meek.
Children have no fear of him.
Climbing toy, he is.

Beware abuser.
His vengeance like blue lightning
shall end their terror.

Lunchmeat is missing.
Motion sensor camera
catches the culprits.

Cat sitting for me.
Catnip beer and kitty porn
on the Internet.

Meditation time.
Ten hours of perfect stillness.
Cats on arm and lap.

Laughter, much laughter.
Practical joker? Not he!
Puns like viper strike.

Someone else is drunk.
He stands and sways back and forth
to play with their mind.

RIT Dye/Vinegar
For flying udders of death
Use a BIG slingshot.

Twelve-foot-high bank door.
Still he ducks and tellers laugh.
When told, he laughs, too.

Stories of the farm.
Apples for him and the mule.
They are off to plow.

Humbling to braggart.
As teacher to true seeker,
infinite patience

Coffee should be strong.
Spoon is slowly dissolving.
Turkish coffee best.

Master in poker
Keeps track of a six-deck shoe.
Play at your own risk.

They said, “Our table.”
He told them to go away.
His legend persuades.

Sitting in a bar,
looking dumb and listening.
How much one can learn!

Hanging from the limb.
Get off before it breaks? NO!
Bugs Bunny moment.

He will disappear
on white wall if you dress him
in forest camo.

He loved climbing trees.
Two-dimensional thinking.
People never see.

Policeman is down.
The bar fight rages around them.
Ed stands over him.

Sent to the station.
Desk sergeant will intervene.
This one, he is ours.

Voracious reader
Clearing stacks of books from room
To make bigger bed.

He is wise and smart.
An unusual combo.
We need more like him.

Susan Froebel, copyright 7 May 2012

About Susan

I am a woman of strong opinion. You can listen or not, but I expect everyone to play nice and respect everyone else's right to have their own opinions. I was never much of a diarist, and I plan for this to be less about my life and more about my observations and information sharing. So let's not call this a "blog," which is a word I find a bit repellent.
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