Paul Has To Color
McCartney Has to Color
What I like about war which I always abhor
Is if when we looked was not found anymore
Replaced by many people with much sympathy
Who like listening to Battle of Bands in a symphony.
Don't beat up on people but round drums instead
Also typing up my many poems always do dread
Sad hearing wounded soldiers with all of their cries
We could create war games and them computerize.
Pretend you are a guard standing at a post
And Queen who happens to be a perfect host
May be annoyed when carriages horse-drawn
End up doing things all over her lavish lawn.
No wonder She has all of Her grass so green
And words HER MAJESTY may often mean
Of course with your poems I would be delighted
Because of their greatness, thou shalt be knighted.
McCartney is never curly but cute as can be
Could never have been any comparison to me;
When greeted my good looks are beyond compare
But poor appalled Paul has to color his hair.
PS. Please keep Paul secret between you and me
Which is what I saw while sitting in front of my TV.
He He He
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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