The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

They Dance Tonight

That arm around her waist, so firm and strong,
Will gain a greater rigour before long.

That profile would put any girl in rut;
Shrapnel and wire will make it cleaner cut.

That open heart within that breast so broad
Will open wider once it's drilled and bored.

White evening frocks to uniforms will yield,
Unmindful of red dressings in the field.

The grind of training over now, they mill;
They dance tonight, who soon shall be so still.

Glusher Hulbluckett

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