Fables of a Romantic Literature Addict
Take child! O my Dear, you're right,
A deer truly does take on flight!
It took off with our firstborn son
And didn't return 'til the night!
O! The exclamation, I said -
As my face turned a shade of red -
What things this night inspires in me!
How glad I am he's not dead!
And now I sit in a mudded trench -
As war is bad - like Judi Dench
Mais avec a sex change and better acting
As bullets rain upon this... trench
Recall ye not our childhood days?
The gaiety of all the gays?
Does it not inspire a thing
Recalling all our bullying ways?
We'll, all of us are fine for gold
So war's okay, I'll just turn old
Si c'est possible, if it's okay
If not I died in the best of mold!
So now we're dead, and all we see
Is a distant, scented memory
Portraying gardens of our youth
And how war's bad, as we're not free.