Where have all the bison gone
shot by Sharps shooters nearly every one
where have all the shooters gone
done away by Indians more than some
the red man revered the buffalo
of Manitou's abundance living proof
to the white who sent them
to the not-so-happy-hunting grounds
a gold mine on the hoof
the paleface ways in olden days long gone
were somewhat less than perfect
and should be frowned upon
to soldiers bison were target practice
indigenous people to quell
while hunters killed for the hides
by 1884 the Black Hills buffalo death knell
lies were spoken treaties broken
but revenge was none too soon at hand
Sioux Cheyenne Arapaho attacked
and briefly turned the tide
on what was their rightful land
beside the Little Bighorn
one frightful day at Custer's last stand
At Little Big Horn in the prairie grass
Custer was known as Yellow Hair alas.
But it was Custer who fell
and Crazy Horse they tell
was from that day on known as Kickin’ Ass!
The Seventh Cavalry on his command
rode into battle severely outmanned.
Now at West Point in his class
they say he finished dead last
but that’s nothin’ compared to his last stand!
So what I helped a bit,
Turned a blind eye,
Have I not always taught him
To reach for the sky?
He’s a good boy,
Maybe just lost,
But he tries so darn hard
Little knowing the cost.
I must though admit
I too was quite thrown
By the sheer huge amounts
Of payments since shown.
And then here comes Trump
Full of his bluster,
Figuring we’re the Indians
And somehow he’s General Custer.
I know facts aren’t his bag,
He’s short with the truth,
But even he can’t deny
Custer’s end was uncouth.
Peppered with arrows,
Stripped to the skin,
A little demeaning
To want to be him?
But then I forget
The guy’s a big star
And with make-believe
He’s clearly gone far.
Time for a reckoning,
My boot’s on my foot
A strong upward kick
And he’ll surely stay put.
Read a Book about a General named Custer
Pompous and Ambitious
He was filled with Bluster
Thought of Fighting Indians from Night until Muster
Little Did he know in a Dream his Men were seen by Sitting Bull
The Great Indian Cheif of The Teton Sioux
Attacked by Crazy Horse and Slaughtered at the Little BigHorn
General Custer's Massacre
Doomed the Indians
as They were met with American's Eternal Scorn
Arrogant Custer thought he was the greatest thing since the invention of dynamite!
He took on Sitting Bull who outnumered him ten to one which wasn't very bright!
He led the Seventh Cavalry to disaster never to answer another reveille call!
"Yellow Hair" proved that old Biblical admonition, "Pride goeth before the fall!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Custer
Conceited
Defeated
For Brian Strand's "A Footle Retrospective" Contest
Over in the valley of the stars
Filled with bow arrows and
Grass
Laying on their bellies crawling
Around
Trying to keep our hair
I think we need to contact Mr
Custer
Come on Mr Custer help us
Please
For we want look good without
Our hair
It’s so cold over in this valley
You can tell how the stars twinkle
And drop the confetti
Frost is dripping off the moon
Freezing us straight down to our
Shoes
Please, Mr Custer
Bring us some thermal socks
Don’t forget the long johns for it’s
Gave my knee frost bite
Who you out their?
Waiting to take our scalp
Dating will be no more for
Who want a bald head woman?
So we’ll fighting to keep our hair
Into this valley of the stars
It’s just know kidding around
Even thou the valley light’s up
So beautiful
It’s just a figment of your illusion
Come on Mr Custer
Please move a bit faster
If not we”ll be force to stay in this
Permanent pose
With icicles hanging as confetti
Down in this valley of the stars
With icicles being our tomb..