At The Edge Poem by Bobby Pask

when youre near
i feel like chanting
ive no fear,
without ranting

if you promise
to not change yourself
ill reminice
with whats on the shelf

you dont seem
rotten to the core
i wont have to redeem
my mighty roar

i may be sore
after what you want to do
ill still soar
with you

i may act like a dork
at times
but you dont say to use a cork
when acting like mimes

you have beautiful eyes
that sparkle like the stars
in the skies
and youll send me to mars

when at the field
just call
ill yield
to you, wven if at the mall

if i call you
dont rush
itd be nice if you do
but its dangerous near the underbrush

when im cooking
even through smoke
youre good looking
thats no joke

to be with you
is a privelege
and an honor too
im at the edge