Death of the Pen Quilled In Action
Death of the Pen
Colonel quill is
On life support,
Through trembled
Voice he spoke ,
This feathered
Friend has served
Me well, as it did
Most other folk .
So it's time for me
To shuffle off this
Mortal Coil, before
They invent the pen.
Private Parker is
on the rampage,
He's completely
Lost the plot,
He's suffering from
Blank page syndrome,
what we call
A writers block.
Corporal Sheaffer
Is leaking fluids,
It's really touch
And go the heart
And mind
Are willing, he just
can't Seem to Find
His flow.
Sergeant cross
Is always angry,
The troops are
scared as hell.
The words are
Flying left and
Right, a long
Night, I can tell.
General Mount Blanc
Has climbed the
Highest mountains,
He's in a different class,
But as anyone
Would tell you,
He doesn't know
His elbow from his Ass.
Vice Admiral Fountain,
Looks youthful for his age,
But after several weeks,
Not a single word was on the page ,
I said what are you thinking
You are the inspiration to these men ?
He said what are you talking to me for ?
I'm not the eejit holding the pen .
All these gallant
Soldiers, have
Served in times
Of need , but now
Their days are
Numbered, as for
Many, they simply
Weren't up to speed .
And quietly to oblivion
Went those sacred few,
The parkers and the bics,
Simply bit of more than they
Could chew .
Our gratitude for your service,
A long and trusted friend,
But like everything in life,
It had to come to an end.
In memory of
Private Parker
Who sadly lost
The ink to live
Posthumously
Awarded
The Bic- toria Cross
Copyright © Daniel Caplin | Year Posted 2024
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