Edgar

Edgar

A Prequel to Red Elephant

By Grant Leslie

Days grew still,

as the winter grew unfixed.

O how the mornings felt,

whenst the dew remained mixed.

Edgar followed,

never stirred.

This mammal was superb,

to put such in a word.

Eye never heard

of such a marvelous disturb.

Of word.

Absurd!

What an elephant,

the crowd incurred.

Thenst how?

Why now?

A mammal of an herb!

How could they,

partake in such a preferred good word?

Eye'll tell you this.  

I'll tell you now.

Edgar no more.

A dish of caramel brown.

Why this?

Such is this,

cold winters;

whenst the dew remained mixed.