Ernie Pyle

 I wish I had a simple style
 In writing verse,
As in his prose had Ernie Pyle,
 So true and terse;
Springing so forthright from the heart
 With guileless art.

I wish I could put back a dram
 As Ernie could;
I wish that I could cuss and damn
 As soldier should;
And fain with every verse would I
 Ernie outvie.

Alas! I cannot claim his high
 Humanity;
Nor emulate his pungent, dry
 Profanity;
Nor share his love of common folk
 Who bear life's yolk.

Oh Ernie, who on earth I knew
 In war and wine,
Though frail of fame, in soul how you
 Were pure and fine!
I'm proud that once when we were plastered
 You called me 'bastard.'

Form: Lyric

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