The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Poppy-Wearers to Their Heroes

We wafted you off with our bellows for blood,
To show off your guts, to be mown into mud;
We certainly respect you.

And now, with your posthumous praises awarded,
Our plastic and paper can well be afforded;
For they will not affect you.

Barker Standfast

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