a civil war
a gender war
Americans against
Americans
a bugler sounds
the charge
home to become
a battlefield
a loose cannon fires
from the other side
they have joined ranks
marching to glory
how silly they look
coming right at us
we have baked
thousands of pies
and have weapons
they’ve yet to imagine
an army of bullies
who will cry when hit
run home to their mothers
tattle on us
say mommy I fell down
make it better
she will warn them
never again to play at war
Peter Buknatski
Montpelier, Vt.
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Does Rush Limbaugh have a mommy?
This sounds like a sweet rhyming poem. I am really impressed by your writing.
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That makes 2 of you.