Bad Breath

In Flanders fields your bad breath blows Between the crosses, row on row. That, marked your place, and above all The larks barely singing then fall Scarce heard amid the masks below I feel the Dead. Short days ago, They lived, felt dusk, saw tide waves flow Loved and were loved, until your call In Flanders fields Get some duct tape for the foe To you from sickly hands we throw Some pegs for my nose to build the wall If ye break faith with us who crawl We cannot sleep as your bad breath blows In Flanders fields Parody based on John McCrae's 'In Flanders Fields'