Petit caporal

By Parson Thru

Mon, 18 Nov 2019
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4 comments
 

Little corporal, how squat you stand
Surveying your domain

Appraised by what you have at hand
Your thoughts are put in train

The first stop on their journey
Is the space between your teeth

Where they’re issued on a gurney
With the weight of your belief

The world extends below you
In the shadow of your stripe

And we know how much we owe you
The barrack archetype

Forgive me my confusion
If I thought things had moved on

Your corporeal delusion
Makes it clear that I am wrong

Certificate U
Poem
Passed on
Horror
Humour

Comments

Submitted by drew_gummerson on

A biting little ditty. It has teeth. 
 

And I like how you've rhymed you with you. :) But I can't see a way around either. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Drew.

Thanks. One that just had to be done over coffee and toast.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Kurt Rellians on

I am thinking it is about Corporal Hitler? or could it be squat Napoleon? It reads well and makes you think!

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Kurt.

If the cap/hat fits etc...

:)

Thanks. It's certainly got me thinking!

Parson Thru