For Ed Hotspur
http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com
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This is an ode to my friend Ed
A natural blogger born and bred
Much smarter than your average quadruped
I turn to him for my daily bread
As soon as I get out of bed
And after all his words are read
I try to figure out what the hell he said
Down all those strange paths that he has led
His thoughts bounce around inside my head
And I sometimes wonder why we haven’t fled
From his daunting intellect screaming in dread
And the darkness that his pen has bled
But to all of the light that he has shed
Like moths to a flame we seem to be wed
And we always come crawling back instead
I wrote his obituary when I thought him dead
Because I give him so much cred
Even when he makes me so mad that I see red
My need for Ed still must be fed
This is an ode to Ed Hotspur
A man whom no one calls demure
Or thinks about as insecure
If his barbed tongue you can endure
His poisoned wit that knows no cure
Those things he says to him and her
That sets about the flying fur
Trust in the fact that his motives are pure
And you will feel your heart stir
His thoughts go by in such a blur
That they are gone before you are sure
Exactly what those thoughts of his were
I have seen the result when he issues a slur
So to stay on the safe side, I just call him Sir!
He is:
OpinionatED
EmancipatEd
Level headED
and well EDucatED
and never, ever mentally constipatED
So he should be celebratED
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***(Historical Note)***
‘Edward’ comes from the Old English word meaning; ‘To move towards the Ed’ or; ‘to move towards one’s self, if you are named Ed’, but it has its roots in a much older Norse word, ‘E’, that translates roughly to mean; ‘What with the high infant mortality rate there is no sense naming the boy anything longer than that until we see if he is stout enough to stick around for a while.’
‘Hotspur’ is an Old English term that literally means; ‘He who would rather ride a horse to death than be late to the party.’
Now go visit Ed’s blog. I put a link right up there at the top. You will not be sorry. Unless you are.
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Enjoyed, a good break from everything going on. Thanks for visiting my site and leaving a comment.
Bob A.
Oh no, thank you.
What a great post! A most excellent tribute and wonderfully done! Kudos!
Oh, it is all Ed’s fault. I can’t take any credit… or blame… but thank you so much.
Impressed!
OMG… you were a sailor on an eighteenth-century ship that was stopped and boarded on the high seas by a British man-o-war and you were forced to become part of her crew against your will???
That is some messed up stuff.
Tell me! That’s it! That’s my story and I think I shall stick with it. Its a good one too. ~ You are a nut! And you crack me up!
Just don’t jump ship in Shanghai… that will not improve your position.
And you did this to make the rest of us jealous…An Ode to Hidden Insight is next…?
I move as the inspiration tells me, so it is not out of the question.
Ha. Love it.
I really do not plan these things out.
I believe you.
Ha… walked right into that one, didn’t I?
With a smile…:)
And a new lump on my head.
I didn’t push you into that wall. I watched it happen, but I swear there was no push. Hmmm…I think that sounds like the title for a new poem. Or painting…:)
You just moved the furniture around when you were babysitting Helen Keller.
Well, what else could I do? I was terribly bored the day she had the flu.
sigh…
I am in awe of this post. It was masterfully done, well written, and made me laugh so many times I had to answer questions from my coworkers.
Thank you, truly, PMAO. You are a good man. I’m gobsmacked, as they say in Britain.
As long as you can feel the love…
I think I’ve seen/read it all now. An Ode to Hotsie…you know you’re famous when…. nice prose, BTW…
He just moves me…like Ex-lax…what can I say?
I hear ya…he has that effect on people. Gets everything moving…
He is like a cleansing river of industrial strength fiber.
A Metamucil mobilizer…
He is just that magical.