Bri Edwards Poems
My English Sucks ….. [english ('poor') : Almost Medium Length; Education And Life; Ph- Inspired]
When I were schooled english wernt my thing.
My scores in English lurning no bells done ring.
Yea I grajaded but ain't english smart ….no lie!
Come end a school year the teach said 'By Bri.'
Was same in bilogy, math, jografy all that stuff.
I done did my best and guess my best were enough.
I did done grate at ball games and in trak run the mile.
I was a THREEletter man and made them girls smile.
I got payed for pumpin gas an turned 18 served my Nation.
For 'Bravry Under Fire' in the NAM I were town sensation.
Back home, all tired, I done gone back to the ...
Bri Is A Yodeling Fool
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!
But soon we were in the Swiss Alps, quite 'high'.
And a cute 'Swiss Miss' there made me sigh.
I yodeled for her day AND sometimes night.
I lost myself in yodeling; it was a true sad sight.