In Memorium

Ed's Big Orange Monster

It lay inert upon the ground
Its head sunk in the mud
The earth was shattered from the sound
Puff, puff, puff, puff, then thud
I’ll kill that goddamn block of wood
With this ton of tempered steel
I’ll lift it once more if I could
And attack with such great zeal
With gut born groans, and bulging eyes
From his pants there came a great wind
That orange hulk raised to the sky
With a whoosh he missed again
His anger raised, his face beet red
Like a bull he pawed the ground
Once more arose that vicious wedge
Once more that missing sound
“Splits all” is what the pamphlet claims
Be it wood of any kind
Use a bomb sight for a better aim
But he’s pooped, he swung three times
Forty years has passed away so neat
In that time Ed sold his maul
As an anchor for the seventh fleet
For it touched wood not at all

 Happy Birthday Dad
We miss you