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HERE'S ONE IN THE EYE

Contributed by wellsmark on Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 10:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

"HERE'S ONE IN THE EYE"

A building site seemed game at first,
Any boy of ten,
Had an inquisitive thirst.
It was like a set from world war two,
Abandoned buildings,
Waiting for a support crew.
Pockered holes, dusty plumes,
Such a surreal place,
In festering rooms.
As I played war black birds started to mill,
To me they were Fokkers flying over a Berlin hill
Blinkered from danger in my inquisitive mode
Pretending I'm a sniper in a bombed-out abode
My mouth a chain-gun I fired at will,
Unaware of other winged Fokkers,
That had joined the thrill.
It was like the Battle of Britain,
The azure was a mass of black,
My imaginary gun had almost blow its stack.
Swooping and whirring in the bombsite sky
Freshly jettisoned fuel squirted right in my eye!
Momentarily blinded, it burnt like hell,
I stepped back, stumbled dropped my weapon and fell
"I've been shot!" I gasped, to my invisible troop
Blinded not with mustard gas, but by birdie poop
Medic-Medic there's a man that needs aid,
Applying a dressing to my white wound,
Blurring started to fade.
Fumes from Fokkers or was it me,
Went back to there airfields,
In the pulsating trees.
Pulled out of the ruins we moved to a healthy place,
Enjoying the freshness of air in thy face.
Years later warmongers will discuss my heroic fate
My name carved "In Honour", and a forgotten date.
Imagination's a vestibule of tricks at that young age
Heroes jump from the comic's printed page
Fact and fiction, past and future acts
Quad together in my mind's evolution.

Copyright © wellsmark ... [ 2003-04-05 22:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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