Chariot
To War goes a Chariot:
To a Special Riot;
With Quivers of Arrows,
Bones piercing with Marrows…
Had Throwers of Javelin,
All through Men, no Jocelyn.
Chariots were for Elliot
And Judas Iscariot;
Largely part-horse, part-cart
You’d see and lose heart!
The Armored Car of Old,
Now in loved plastic Sold;
For The Tough Kid as Toy,
Future Soldier still Boy;
Some in Expensive Gold:
Their drivers fierce and Bold;
Ready to Homes destroy.
Make one cease being The Coy!
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