Sillinessness
But carry on he did young Michael
Upon his steed his trusted cycle
Set sail for another land
A boat he sailed with a hammers flag
Soon his tyres touched
And although he thought as much
That this place smelled like marzipan
He'd landed in Afghanistan
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