The Sultan of Swing on t' Wings of Ednar

This is my first Naani poem on a subject of my choosing.

Here I am
The Sultan of Swing,
But for ‘hest to be damned
Have I unburdened this thing.

The sweetness of Ednar
My home, far and sisterly,
Tell me, where is the car,
And the Brie?

The children run and play
Yet I demur for science
I can’t seem to stay
But for compliance.

Sleep, sleep,
Who pulled me away,
The tensions of my soul
Have thus departed from me today.