It's funny how I keep meeting Ed.
I thought I first saw you in that silly little book.
But when I read your definition I realised that I'd seen you all my life.
Do I attract you?
Is it something that I do?
Or is it always chance?
You always arrive when I'm not looking,
you always surprise me into morbid shock.
How can we be meeting once again?
I just keep hoping,
please no offence meant,
that his time will be the last time
that I've met dear old Ed.