David Fisher Poet Rhyme

Tanks-A-Lot

Hey everyone
A new job I got
From none other
Than Tanks-A-Lot

We build large tanks
Two everyday
And that is how
We earn our pay

Hey everyone
We’re going to ship
Thirty two tanks
At ten mill a clip

So let’s give it
Our very best shot
Courtesy of
Tanks-A-Lot

Hey everyone
Now we can play
Here come the tanks
From the USA

Let’s rush them out
To the front line
Those Tanks-A-Lot
Are sure looking fine

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Hey everyone
Those new machines
Just blew my house
To smithereens

Along with my neighbors
Now all in a mess
How did they do it
Tanks-A-Lot, I guess

Hey everyone
They’ve blown our town
Into rubble
Everything’s down

What did we do, are
We ‘X-marks the spot’
Thanks a lot
Tanks-A-Lot

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They’re just bulls-eyes
To raise money on
Money that’s borrowed
To blow up their town

Each dollar borrowed
Profits big shots
Then they spend it
On Tanks-A-Lot

Interest is owed
Money is made
Out of thin air
It’s a charade

That’s dirty business
Making people rot
To profit the top
And Tanks-A-Lot

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Joe Maverick April 20, 2025 at 10:01 AM Hmm...How often will people fall.?? For the Grandiose gesture.' For pity or sympathy..What Will it take?? I hear the cogs clicking in wiley Minds.' Digits calculated.' While some vetrans Are in despair.' Some sleep uneasy waiting evection from their home.' Or perhaps they are Contemplating suicide.? Maybe someone cares? Yet back to those tanks 'they keep rumbling on' over the dead and the living.. I Wonder for how long.?

Duke Beaufort February 14, 2025 at 1:10 PM Thanks David, you do point out the irony of the weapons industry. Building weapons benefits a few, but drains the rest of us. We would be wise to develop peace as an alternative. I wonder why that doesn't happen? Seems like a no brainer. David Fisher February 22, 2025 at 4:52 PM Thank you too, Duke for reading many of my entries. I think they skipped over peace in the dictionary, and went right to pieces.

Gershon Wolf February 9, 2025 at 9:21 PM You're velcro. ~ Thai Shoes

Panagiota Romios February 8, 2025 at 11:08 PM Dearest dsvid, I am tired out of my mind so this is a little confusing right now. What it does remind me of for no reason is that I am from Chicago and spent my life there. I miss the great ethnic foos and events. Tanks a lot instead of Thanks, and the team called the Bears are called Da Bears) and had to learn English when I moved West Phillies winning. Sorry for my spelling errors. Pangiexx David Fisher February 9, 2025 at 4:42 PM Tanks, I mean thanks Pangie for your comments. Plus we thank Da Bears for a great super bowl in the mid 80's.

Hilda Greenhough February 7, 2025 at 8:41 PM Thanks a bushel for this poem. The rhyme is cute, and it makes me laugh. I'm glad you're back David Fisher February 9, 2025 at 4:40 PM Thanks Hilda, parody poetry is a good pairing.