The Charge of the Light Braggart
He was a young English soldier in India,
A soldier's funds are rarely ample,
But he went into a mideast Bodega,
He sought a gift for his Indian girl,
Gungahontis...
Her favorite cologne, Eau de Camille,
sat on a shelf...he had not enough
money to buy it himself
So he pulled out his Dinar Card,
and saved the day, at least till about
when he stopped to bray about his clout,
an hour later when he was killed
by runaway horses.
Seems he was not the only one running
at the mouth.
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