Poetry Thursday

 

 

My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blogå

The Big man from Freedonia need more living space

Where, freely could live, his master race

And, with other countries, to keep a pace

And mostly for the beans he used to make his orange face.

To find his special bean he targeted the land of  green.

Its leaders dismissed the orange leader as crazy and mean.

But it was only their land that grew the orange bean.

And the Orange Leader wanted it, and was unafraid to cause a scene.

The Orange Leader first tried to buy the Land of Green with his riches

He predicted that they would cave, the sons of a bitches

But he was told his offer wouldn’t even pay for their lakes full of fishes

And now they would find out what happened when you didn’t succumb to the Orange Leader’s wishes

Then the Orange Leader let his voice soar

To war, to war, Freedonia is going to war

A fact we can’t ignore

We’re going to war

The Orange Leader’s assistant Weasel said over the Land Of Green no one would fight

And Freedonia had a right to the Land of Green because they had the might

And other countries would retreat in fright

And he could make the Land of Green white

The Land of Green has an army, but it wasn’t fine

And they were arrived Freedonia would wrap them up like twine

But their Professor said “I have an idea, it is mine.”

And soon the Land of Green had miles of troops on the battle line

In the face of an overwhelming enemy Freedonia did towards home beat feet

Although the Orange Leader said they won, he could never admit defeat

And the Land of Green didn’t let on their deceit

That it was mere snowmen with sticks for guns that caused Freedonia’s hasty retreat.