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Right straight ahead is a real foxy mama, Her tan lines remind me of
Bahamas, Her work-out outfits couldn’t be more tiny, If she makes a quick move, I might glimpse her heiny.
As for me, I’m on a Stairmaster, A pretty good recipe for an impending disaster, My legs are feeling like concrete poles, If my brain were x-rayed, it’d be full of holes.
One minute goes by, then two, then three, The water gods are all calling out to me, My chest feels tight, my eyes feel glazed, If I don’t throw up, I’ll be mega amazed.
Finally, I finish, and I can go home, And sit my butt down, to finish this poem, Amy, my dear, I enjoyed this plenty, Now break out your purse and slip me that twenty.
Well, hmmmm. You know, I’ve gotta be honest here, Amy may be right. Poetry does bring out a tender, compassionate side within me that I never knew I had. To be totally truthful, I really struggled hard from an emotional standpoint while writing this poem, in fact, tears almost came to my eyes several times, but, I fought them off in order to do my literary duty. I guess I’ve sort of become a true Renaissance man, scripting out tender verses like these. It makes me feel pretty good inside, to tell you
truth. I would go further, and maybe get into some pretty heavy dialogue about philosophy or religion, but I can’t right now. I happen to be writing this on a Monday night, and RAW is WAR is about to come on. And, as we all know, even a true Renaissance man like me can’t miss out on seeing Triple H in action...

Ed’s latest book, “Rough As A Cob,“ can be ordered by calling River City Publishing toll-free at: 877-408-7078. He’s also a popular after dinner speaker, and his column runs in a number of Southeastern publications. You can contact him via email at: ed3@ed-williams.com, or through his web site address at: www.ed-williams.com.