Edgar A. “Spirit Weaver” Tieman

Ed is a veteran of the USAF. He lives in Washington State, USA

TOR

Poor Tor, he lays there in a gown that opens in the back
So weak he can’t lift his arms to pat the nurses’ backsides
He lies there with tubes and wires stuck here and there
He also has a button that makes the bed go up and down
They give him pills to make him go to sleep but,
How many times during the night, they wake him to give him shots

Then the next morning at about six they wake him,
“How did you sleep?” they ask
Though when the nurses pass by, his monitors jump a beat
But he can’t wait for his morning sponge bath
His blood pressure rises, pulse quickens, and breathing deepens
That is when the nurses bare his behind to give him a shot to settle him down

When his girlfriend arrives, the nurses stand guard to make sure
They don’t have to give him another shot in the behind to settle him down
Get well soon so you can get even with me for this email
I hope this email brings a smile and a laugh or two and I hope you
Enjoy all the shots in the ass.

©Copyright May 20, 2002 by Edgar A. Tieman

TO VALHALLA

From this earth, he left to join Valhalla
To sail the Viking ships of the sky
To stand on the bow with his brothers
To blow the rams horn over the land of ice and snow

Now he wears skins of fur, a helmet with horns
His sword now sheathed his shield lowered
But he still thinks of those he left behind
To carry on where he left off

Peace be with you my Viking brother
And forgive me for doubting you

Author’s Note: To Toralf, from The Spirit Weaver, your friend