Bri Edwards Poems

A is the grade some students strive so hard for.
AA is the group which preaches booze not to pour.
AAA is the "club" you call when your car goes in a ditch.
AAAA probably stands for some organization, but I don't know which.
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In another recent (U.S.) poem I mentioned our fifty stars displayed in our field of blue.
I'm now proposing 4 more stars to be added, which could profoundly affect you, and you, and you, and YOU! !

Recently the people in Puerto Rico (a U.S possession?) voted to become #51.
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Zebra Mussel Invades

The zebra mussel has, on its shell, stripes.
It fouls, sometimes, boat intake pipes.
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"I miss Mommy! ! " Bri cried out today.
"I miss the neighbor girl with whom I did play! "
"I miss climbing trees up to the sky! "
"I miss finding birds' nests; do you know why? "
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You are, indeed, a woman who looms LARGE,
who rides not in a canoe, but on a BARGE!
I should share this rhyme with my itty-bitty wife,
as she bemoans 'fat' people, saying: "Get a life! "
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I do so hope my worldly belongings will be but few ….
when it's MY time to pass from this world; ‘tis true.
Now, not sure when my "end" will come, I'm nearly …
at the "few" mark.I'm "ready" to go NOW, …clearly!
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At times in my Earthly life I've contemplated MY suicide, ....but
never have I attempted it, NOR "threatened (to do)it". That aside....,
today as I rested myself in a soothing upholstered chair ["legs-up"],
I wondered what would happen if [At Death] I went "Down", not "Up".
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My very good friend, V. George, was told a tale by me "of late"….
(aka "recently") , a story of an event in my life near 50 years ago.
There was a reason the story (about a ditch) , to "V", I did relate.
I'll now relate it to YOU all; pardon me ….IF the relating's slow!
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NO stockings, this Christmas Eve, by the chimney are hung.
NO holiday music plays in our home; NO carols are sung.
NO wreath's on our front door to make our home look so dandy.
I WON'T go to a midnight church service, where as a kid I got candy.
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Stu said to me, Mr. Bri, : Let's go yodel-ing.
I, Bri, said: NO! I'll land my ass...IN a sling! .
But Stu was adamant; he thought it 'COOL'.....
.....to yodel. I thought Stu was a damn....FOOL!
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