Sunday, May 16, 2010

The War began with a sneeze

Lacking a plan
Of attack, I charged into
The fray. I couldn't wish for
The best - no, that was rather
Ignorant- but, I wished for
Acceptable results.
Luck wasn't on my side.
Nor was faith
Or logic.
All I had,
All that I needed,
Were clothes on my body,
A door to burst through,
And a horse with a heartbeat
To ride in on.
I think I did just fine, everyone.
The war began with a sneeze.
And the war ended,
It ended with a wheeze.

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