Edgar Allan Pocono

In a beard so rococo

Jokes so ribald and burlesque

Exclaims, “That’s so writing desk!”

Clicks his heels and spills his milk

You know, he comes from zany ilk!

Don’t shake his hand, he’ll steal your toes

The outside of his snow globe snows

But don’t think for another second

No, don’t think for another second

Wait, just wait another second

Keep on ticking off the seconds

Until coherent thought beckons

And then at that very second

Yes sir at that very second

Don’t you wait another second

RUN!