The Authors Den Gold Phalanx For Humor…

I think we need to discover who,

In all of authors den we find to be the most rude,

The funniest, the craziest, the zaniest & most crude,

I have my vote ready, hopefully you will agree it being lil’ Eddie…

The golden phalanx does not have to be real gold,

Nor does it have to be real, only imagined, so it can’t be sold,

Nor given away in a yard sale, or to a bunch of flea’s,

You can make your votes, and we will count them for free,

Kinda like they did in Florida in the last presidential election spree…

Not more than one vote per author will be accepted,

And the final count is left up to the counter,

They will have the final choice, unless another vote is intercepted,

Therein we may have a negative but necessary encounter…

So please leave your votes in the hermetically sealed shoebox,

On the back porch of my motorhome, 

They will be protected from there by my pet ox,

And as I keep my pre-used straps, yes jocks, wrapped around the box,

No harm will come to the votes from any wayward fox,

So now that this poem is over, it is time for a whiskey on the rocks…

                        © ed ~ 9/1/04