Posted February 19, 2016
It seems nobody's getting it. Let's have a poem.
"It's just a piece of oak, they said.
And that's really all it was.
Yet here I am with sword in hand,
Trying not to bite the dust.
We fight for Mother Italy,
Yet we are torn apart.
This petty fight just isn't right,
And truly breaks my heart."
- Unnamed poetic soldier in the war, right before getting stabbed by his own comrades for his excessive rhyming.
"It's just a piece of oak, they said.
And that's really all it was.
Yet here I am with sword in hand,
Trying not to bite the dust.
We fight for Mother Italy,
Yet we are torn apart.
This petty fight just isn't right,
And truly breaks my heart."
- Unnamed poetic soldier in the war, right before getting stabbed by his own comrades for his excessive rhyming.