War
Bang, bang, bang
Go the guns.
There will be no cream buns
for tea.
Not for me.
This is war.
Boom, boom, boom
It's a grenade!
There will be no lemonade,
Sat in the shade
Of a big oak tree.
Not for me.
This is war.
Copyright © Sarah Furbank | Year Posted 2011
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