Military Man Courtesy WordsThatArent.com
Major Head Drama
He called on all the forces,
and all the king's men.
To put together the state's pieces,
the way they had begin.
But though they clashed,
gnashed their teeth and,
girded their loins so fine,
didn't know ass from behind.
Middle ground was easiest,
but hardest one to take,
MacArthur Park was melting,
someone made a big mistake.
They banged their heads,
against the invisible wall,
but it refused to fall,
would not budge at all.
So after all the fiddling,
and all the faithful call,
there was no real trauma,
actually, none at all.
Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull
11/5/20
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MAJOR HEAD DRAMA, INDEED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Rebecca