This family you don't want to be a part of...

A picture above of our brother Edvard the elder,
He did come in a dream and of him remind me,
Of our frequent playful poetries,
He was the one who did bind our family tree,
If you’ve not heard of our family,
Gather around children, it is time for a story…

Mr. Ed., of whom you all know and like,
Is the other brother in our family triad,
Besides of course, me this story teller,
Mr. Ed is the Nature lover,
So much so that when swimming in a lake,
He does so au naturel, much to the chagrin of the neighbors,
Who occasionally wish to through his heart drive a stake…

Then there is me, the angel of the grouping,
Though Edvard who has moved on,
And Mr. Ed will argue this point vehemently,
Both in front of me have done a great deal of stooping,
Mr. Ed will likely say it’s because he has to clean up,
When I supposedly keep & constantly do pooping,
But we all did & still do get along quite well,
Even after our patriarch Brother Edvard,
Did leave this plain and end up most likely in hell…
© -ed, the Joisey Devil- 9/2/15