Poems by Harry Edwards

When I was working my first retail job

I attended a man and his husky

He said “this little furball’s Mahogany Tim

And my name is Corporal McClusky”

I helped them in finding the cereal aisle

And showed them the variety of muesli

I leant down to pet Mahogany Tim

But to my great surprise he refused me

“Mahogany Tim is a wooden recluse”

Said the Corporal with a sigh

“He’s cursed with an extrovert’s fluffy white mane

But with non-army people he’s shy”

But then the good corporal went on to imply

That a handful of Muesli brings Tim out his shell

So I opened the pack that the Corporal had picked

And let’s just say that fluffball was fluffy as hell

They left without purchasing the rest of the bag

And I realised the whole happenstance was a ploy

But I didn’t mind, it was only a job

And Mahogany Tim was a very good boy