So, our kids go overseas for reasons nobody can seem to properly explain. The wars go on and on. Our kids get shot. They're brought back here to be buried - in previous wars, they were buried where they fell - and good, wholesome American worms chow on them. Then geese chow on the worms. Come Christmas time, we chow on the geese.
That's how we get our sons & daughters back for the holidays, here in the 21st century.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 03, 2012, 02:21:43 PM
So, our kids go overseas for reasons nobody can seem to properly explain.
They go overseas for Freedom and Democracy and to protect Our Way of Life!
Who needs reasons when you got bullshit like that?
Oh god damnit Dok, I haven't had my coffee yet.
I feel like there is some kind of horror story in there, but my brain is too useless right now to cooperate.
Indeed, Dok, and that is why I always roast the fattest, most succulent goose to be found. After all, it shows just how much I support my troops when I spend a gazillion dollars on a single meal, and then devour the remains of the goose that has the most soldier bits in it, right?
It's a horror story all by itself. Needs no further embellishing.
Agreed nigel.
I"M
curious what the poetic version would be like. or the jingle.
Quote from: E.O.T. on May 03, 2012, 07:08:22 PM
I"M
curious what the poetic version would be like. or the jingle.
I originally posted it as a poem, but it sucked, so I erased it and went with prose.
You should publish a Shel Silverstien-esque book of "friendly" poems just like that.
And make 'em rhyme. Kids love a good rhyming poem...gets all but The Bad Kid (whose mommy won't agree to sign the paper that lets the teacher give him The Medicine) to fall asleep on the storytime rug after recess.