war words poem.

splotch splotch splotch

scwelch scwelch scwelch

wading through the mud

then all of a sudden BELCH!

oh sorry lads the corpral said

last night i slept in a mud bed

we keep on wading through the sloppy

doppy muck.then POW one of the lads

drops dead, take cover! yelled the corporal!

protect your head! all picked off one by one

it was not fun fun fun.