Better Days With Edmond

My previous butler

Many have written to me expressing concern about my previous poem. Some are upset by how I treat my staff, others are worried that I have fallen too deeply into lunacy, but most want to know what happened to my former butler, Edmond. Who we first learned about in my post “ A HedgeHog in a Trechcoat”

Edmond approached me for work shortly after my 50th subscriber,

I can hardly remember those times, not because they were long ago, but because my life became such a whirlwind. Almost overnight, I became famous and wealthy beyond my wildest dreams. However, by looking back at my notes and photographs, I have managed to piece together a rough idea of what happened and turned it into a poem for you all.

Thank you all for your support and concern.

Harry

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Better days with edmond 


Better days with edmond

Which should I choose

Simple day at home

Or a jamaica cruise


Two thicker theives 

had not been seen before 

A one man one butler

Team of Wrestling luchidors


Late nights in mexico

Once my poems were done

We would don our masks

And attempt a title run


Or maybe the days we'd feed 

the ducks on our own

Bread crusts stuffed

with growth hormone


Soon these ducks towered

Over our heads

Each week each duck

Eats 100 loaves of bread


We flew the ducks to scandinavia

Battle axes in hand

With intentions to get vengendce

For the vikings when we land


But once we arrived on

Norwegian beach

And I begun my rillng speech

Edmund listened

with a tear in his eye


When up crept

A norwegian guy


And struck him down

In a mighty blow


I decided it was time to go


I hopped back on my mighty steed

And miss Edmond very much indeed