Posted by Childe on July 26, 2004 at 04:37:16:
Hi,
This is a poem I dood before the Iraqi war. Maybe it still is happening if Iraqi gets new generals. But this was then and not now.
Ten lil generals all ina line.
One found a firing squad.
Then there were nine.
Nine lil generals dancing round Irate.
One got too near a bomb.
Then there were eight.
Eight lil generals starting to go rovin’.
One got too near a Scud.
Then there were seven.
Seven lil generals playing pickup sticks.
One picked booby trap.
Then there were six.
Six lil generals all were so alive.
One says, "You're bad, Saddam.
Then there were five.
Five lil generals wishing there were more.
One goes out to watch the war.
Then there were four.
Four lil generals wanting to get free.
One struggled near a mine.
Then there were three.
Three lil Generals lookin kinda blue.
One goes into a tank.
Then there were two.
Two lil generals praying in the sun.
One heard some flying glass.
Then there was one.
One lil general playing all alone.
He decides to go and give himself up.
Finally there were none.
And so all Iraqi are free to bomb each other. Isn't that fun?
Bye, Bye,
Childe