Mr. Ed has his flaws but...well he has too many to not mention...

Forty eight hours of labor,
Brought to me as a brother by our neighbor,
His bladder he still can’t hold,
His teeth all now capped in fool’s gold,
Ma did of me scold,
When I fed him bread with month old mold…

But, he liked that green stuff,
He said it made him feel tough,
The only thing I could see was him,
Turning into a limp wristed cream puff…

He did not speak till he was ten,
Hell, it took him that long to learn to walk,
Without looking like a dirty little mud hen,
His wife must've felt sorry for him while others did of him balk,
She must be into pain and such, as she has taught him to further talk…

The sounds he puts out are without description,
Sometimes he does cluck like that mud hen mentioned,
Sometimes he howls like the dogs he is pals with so tight,
I am really (not) sorry to tell you all this, I guess(?) it isn’t right…
© -ed the best of the clan- 2/17/15