Last minute advice to Prince Edvard (poem) by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER on AuthorsDen

Last minute advice to Prince Edvard
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER → (All Poetry by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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A little encouragement, for our host "Edvard" prince of the realm of poetic mischief,
Best you rest, Take all your pills, Be ready for your guest, Sharpen all your quills, No you’re not, Get your own, I need all I got, That’s how to here have flown, If you need to plug, Get buzzards, his are bigger, And deeper in they’re stuck, Too, the ends are thicker, Jersey Ed I do regret, Has an issue to resolve, Smoking in his bed, That does not grass involve, Little sis, she’s in her bliss, A mini and a broom, On your head will piss, As by she swoops, and leaves a sonic boom, Mean tall woman, even in moccasins, Sharpening her Tomahawk, She’ll rid you of your sins, No matter how you squawk, Vic and lady J, Amber, Moonbeam and the like, And all the vixens, goblins, dwarfs and whatever, All of them will have their way, best you be polite, And if you can help it at all, don’t be smart or clever, Now there is Ed your brother, So much more polite, With smart ass remarks he don’t bother, You too are not alike, All the others, that you mentioned, We needs a preacher man make sure, For what you have intentioned, Our sins will need a cure, If I heard you right, you said, I would get first dips, Of whom I take to bed, Or was it just another of your smart assed quips, So as you can see dear honcho prince, This all much good advice, I know you’ll whine and wince, Me telling all them lies, Now from one bad mouthed liar to another, And friends as thick as patchy skin, This should not really bother, Since we too, are near to kin, Don’t forget Ma, she needs a rest, She needed one long ago, With a brat like you was blessed, Not giving you the toe, Back to Jersey, he’ll float over on a cloud, On all that grass he smoked, He’ll be higher than a kite no doubt, Many, many has he tooked, One last most important thing, Get these guys in tune, When I come swooping in, From underneath the moon, Otherwise, I will leave it in your most capable treacherous hands, I know you’ll do just fine, And if not, we understands, As ever, string them a bullshit line,©31/10/2009

Reviewed by Jerry Engler

Reviewed on November 12, 2009

You're stringing together a fine structure of thought, Jasmin, but I've not followed well enough what all this interplay is about. My friend, I know only that I care about you, and I am still thinking back to one of your fine reviews where you took up the case of German bashing with a fine line of thought reminding everyone that fascism isn't the stock of one group, but a common curse of all of mankind...Jerry

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on November 1, 2009

Now, Jasmin my deranged brother we misplaced somewhere north of the border...Halloween's gone and left the mother of all hangovers and rubber legs after all that busy "dancing" with the witches...
So, it need to wait to the next one for an answer, in the meantime...go talk to the birds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EDvard

PS. Don't write so loud! I have a headache.

Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)

Reviewed on October 31, 2009

Still stirring the pot I see. LadyJ