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Do you plan long nights of writing, with a fresh pot and the last of the Xmas cigars!?
by TD Euwiate
I climbed onto a cannonball,
luckily for me,
she was an old piece,
no rifling in the bore,
therefore, spin was not applied,
As we traversed the field,
my newly found iron testicle and me,
I cackled and cawed
like a crow,
taunting the Hun below,
Nearing now the fortress wall,
I braced for impact!.
We bounced and ricocheted,
not a direct hit!.
I mounted the return fire!.
Those daft Tommies,
They thought they’d seen
the back of me…
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I loved this!.!.!.very Ambrose Biercean (the short stories)!. And if you are offering pot too, then all is perfect!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
One moment Huns, the next Tommies, Whose side are you on!? That sack's going to get pretty ragged! There's a lot of spin on some of these fields!. Munchausen beware!Www@QuestionHome@Com
Just rolled back in and getting ready for bed soon, but that was a nice poem to think about before bed !.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
You said testicle!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Rifling or not, you still need to lube your balls!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Sin, he said iron testicle!.
Still ruminating on this one!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Nope, just comes upon me!. Hey, watch where you put that cigar!Www@QuestionHome@Com