When our Little President Boy declared his first little war,
I patted him on his soft tiny head, “Yes, you’re a good little boy
’cause evil ugly mens kicked down our great big buildings
which wasn’t so very nice at all.?Äù
When Little President Boy announced his next war,
it was a big big war, and all I could think was,
“broken bodies broken bodies broken bodies broken.”
Does our little president know about real war?
His uncle, the veteran, told him, “Little President Boy,
you smash it, you own it.”
But Little President Boy had grown so full of himself
he couldn’t listen?Äî
“Bodies break for freedom,
for freedom,” Then the bodies broke apart again and
again all over the place but Little President Boy
couldn’t wouldn’t see them.
Little President Boy was far too happy to spoil it all.
He donned his little soldier suit so they all might salute
when our Little President Boy chortled in his joy, “O frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay! My mission is accomplished!”

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