First and foremost today is Edge's birthday, so well done to her for putting another candle on the cake. It's getting harder and harder to blow them all out with just one breath... Phew!
Then on Sunday we are having a lunch/party at The Accountant's house in Fulham before heading down to the river to watch the famous Boat Race between Oxford and Cambridge. Personally my money's on Cambridge...again.
- One way to lose a Boat Race, friends and the respect of your university -
GOD (to the creation angels): "Better put some extra lining on that one's liver, she's gonna need it!"
So here it is, I call it
ODE TO EDGE
O blond'd mystic
With a shot glass in your hand
O' top a bar stool
Probably at The Grand
So graceful and fluid
The way you move to the song
You're making no sense again
Your dialect's gone
You call for another
Insistent and true
Nothing to hold you back
As you approach the edge's view
Another year ticks by
It's not a thing to mind
Just another reason
To get so drunk, we're blind
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDGE!
With a shot glass in your hand
O' top a bar stool
Probably at The Grand
So graceful and fluid
The way you move to the song
You're making no sense again
Your dialect's gone
You call for another
Insistent and true
Nothing to hold you back
As you approach the edge's view
Another year ticks by
It's not a thing to mind
Just another reason
To get so drunk, we're blind
Nice poem mate
ReplyDeleteOh Mike thank you for your wonderful poem
ReplyDeleteAnother year is over
I’d like to make a pledge,
But I fear with age i’ll never learn to back away from the ledge
10 minute drunken stories, with no meaning or end
Sending you and Manatee around the freaking bend
But drunken, blind or sober whichever you’d like to pick
The main thing to remember is, that we are Rad to the Power of Sick!
The Edge