Consider this a "Greatest Hits." A "Best Of." I've decided to lay these poems to rest. To me, they are dead. Kaput. Rubbed out, schnookums. So enjoy these wond'rous, fanciful little ditties before their meter turns gray; before their feet decay.
Wish me luck in future pursuits.
Your most humble, obedient, and loyal servant,
The author,
EDWARD ALAN BARTHOLOMEW